Kylie Commons

My face melts into my hands like candle wax
and hardens again.

This casing is not steel-born
something I've never felt before
my melting point is far too close
	     something you've come to know.

I may have felt such grief, but not like this before
people gone happily, and on their own accord.
The distance isn't the worst,
though it ices me through,
It's that I'm not the first you confide in,
Delight with,
Come to.

Come to me
my walls aren't what they used to be
just another's body heat
would make them dissipate

Come to me
here, nothing stays buried
poured wax into the casings
of your footprints, gone away

Come to me
I am bordering on begging
all my friends are scattering
like bugs on bedding

Infest me
and every part of my home
light up every room
please,
never leave me alone.