They Made Me Castles (By Mimi Mata Meyer) Poem by Mimi Mata

I want to go to places where there is slight sun
I love the overwhelm of the light
And the tangible course of the dark...

A place where the eyes can skip,
And I can secretly steal your rocks for thoughts,
And throw them out my back window.
I thought it would miraculous if I found a place,
Where I am like paper mache;

And my soul sticks to you like art...

Can you find me paper?
Can you inspire me a pen?
I watched each letter float away;

And I promised that I won't ever see that pain again...

But those letters and rocks they made me castles;
They held me at court, they held me down,
That night I fought away and stole your paper crown
I threw it in the lake under my rocks;

And I smiled as I watched it drown...
And I smiled as I watched it drown.

The next morning
You said, 'Sorry for last night I'll call you later.'
I took your rocks for thoughts and your soul like paper,
And out of despise I read your heart aloud.

Listen, there is nothing like the sound;
As my castles they came tumbling down...
And in the silence,
I said...

Can you find me paper?
Can you inspire me a pen?
I watched each letter float away;

And I promised that I won't ever see that pain again.