Disclaimer: With this poem I took on a character, not all my poems are a reflection of myself.
This character in my poem is rather obsessive, I love writing poems that are like short stories. Anyways,enjoy and don't forget to feel creeped out.
Flat 66
I saw you walk out your room
Flat 66
The corridor large
My confidence too small to say hello
We live in the same building
Yet two different lives
I stick to the walls like a misplaced sticker
Like a spider crawling and creeping
But when someone sees me they screech
Flat 66 that number imprinted on my brain
I can’t stop thinking of your starry gaze
And golden cuffs
I imagine tracing my finger across the metal
And then your skin
Flat 66 that’s when I see you invite someone else up the stairs
Our stairs
Into our home
How could you?
I ask myself
I know everything about you
Where you work at the office
With all those clients
I know how you like your coffee
Dark but not pitch black
I know how long it takes you to get ready
I count the minutes
Tick tick tick
Tok
How could you invite her into our room
The king sized bed
Curtains pulled apart for the world to see Us
Not you and her
But me and you
The perfect kitchen where we bake
How could you choose her?
When I’m right here outside your- our door
At flat 66
When you see me
You look shocked
Who is this girl?
I ask myself the same question
I grip onto the mop in my right hand
In my left I hold the duster
“Good moring I hope you don’t mind the mess”
You chuckle lightly
And I smile painfully
I enter your room our shoulder barley brushing
But you say nothing
Because after all
I am nothing but a maid
Cleaning
Flat 66
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