Crossed out words.

The silverfish were a depiction I hadn't been there in a while, a closed locked cupboard
And a bourded up smile

How do memories seep  through the shower
And cover me naked
my flesh turn sour 

A million kisses, can ease the sadness
A million stories on rewind

How do they fall like water, from the essence of my mind

The cupboard looks like a poetic war, crossed out words I wrote in anger
a collection upon
The floor

I see the face of a broken clock, as well as new born hours
Every minute is a blessing when in love.