I Slept with Silence

Yesterday I slept with Silence
And he is a very cold man
His eyes cut me in pieces
And I enjoyed it
How bluntly he was faking his orgasm
(I didn’t know guys could do that)
And yet he was pretending to be the leader in that bed that was mine
I woke up, he was gone
Dancing on the air with some musical chick
And I made coffee with clouds
In the kitchen, the knives all set
The door rang; she was there, her face melting
And I said: “Come on in, grab a slice of bread”
Today I had breakfast with Loneliness
And we talked about the years rushing through my face
And all the blood that build my history
And how sad she was
(She told stories that I couldn’t believe)
My house was white, cold
Winter made it its home
Calling the frost as companion
(and they spent a long time bitching about me)
and I dragging behind.
Somebody said: “your girl is coming back”
I got happy
From my eyes I saw the colours going back to their places
And I was happy
And I was happy again
when my man opened the backdoor and got in.