My Poetry Slam : Guardhouse

I did not make it into the top 3, but the point is poetry and I am so glad I stepped the stage.
Enjoy!

Let me know once you have arrived at the guardhouse

I will come downstairs to collect you

So it was the end of our chat

Still saved on my phone by the screen days later

On a Sunday Afternoon

You said that you needed some rest

Out of my sincere, I was going to lend a space in

What you could not read from the back of my head is that I was happy to learn that time bent towards our conveniences

What I could read from the back of your head as I turned the key slowly in was that

There was something that you needed more than rest

And there was also a little less time that I could spare

Although I know that I was still stretching my spine tall

The sky outside was still bursting in orange and sober

It was not the time to bed yet

It was never the right time to bed yet 

Because the space in my room has not fully grown to accommodate me and you

It was still tiny for two

We are pulling apart

Gaining twice heavy before turning like gravity

Battling control like warlords against enemies

Defying our body masses over our slippery skins

Could not you feel all the weight you surrendered upon me?

They were awfully heavy.

It was not top or bottom, I wanted you to start

It was neither left or right, to know which part

It was neither my neck nor my lips, I wanted you to kiss

But instead steal a peck of my infatuated heart and turn my bad day into bliss

I could be happier if you just agreed

to stay in a little space that I was meant to save you

Drinking caffeine

Stealing a drag of nicotine

Eating foul carbs at midnight and all of those filthy habits we swore to avoid

But might keep us bright and happy

Because I am exhausted of questioning myself

With the same housekey I weigh on my open palm

Each time you tell that that you have arrived at the guardhouse