secret house.

 i had my own secret home

which only i knew was hidden somewhere 

only me, pen and papers of mine 

had complete access to it

my parents always wondered 

asked me questions 

"where did all the papers go?"

i shrug with an answer "i dont know"

just to get more papers and pens to write

after a little while, i met you

few months passed we got closer 

i casually asked you

"wanna see something cool?" 

hiding in all my excitement,

in fear of getting a rejection.

you replied with a shrug and "yea sure" so casual

toothy grin, skipped steps and lots of giggles 

we reached the gate of my secret place

which was more like my home to me

the stairs made of rocks were covered with 

small, green, pretty plants

decorating them, looking extraordinary 

i was about to get you a wooden staircase 

i built on my own

but you already made your way inside 

stepping on those little lives

something inside me ached and burned 

i stood there like a mute fool

carrying the wooden staircase i built on my own

staring at the little plants now left few of them

a little withered.

i stood there all the times

when you started visiting my secret house often

continued stepping on those little lives

threw my pen and paper out somewhere 

replaced it with something strange 

without even asking me a simple question 

"are you ok with all these changes?"

now i'm still standing like a fool

carrying the wooden staircase i built on my own

staring at the brown little lives

which are no more alive

kicked out of my own home

which protected me from all the screams 

and shattered glasses like my own.

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