What Lies Under the Bed

I'm getting a new bed this afternoon, so I wrote a poem about my old one... well sort of anyway

There is something eerie about the way the underneath of my bed had a door

It always was locked up tight in my mind harboring secrets and milestones in my life

Barbie hair

Kisses

And the touching of places never once felt before

Kitty hair

Kitty beds

And posters I would never let in my sight

 

There are memories in the darkness

Plastered for 10 years against its wooden frame

From hiding stuffed animals one April fool’s day

(It would take me a week to notice)

To the locking of fingers

Pinky promises destined to be broken

To blond hair mingling with burnets

Scraped knees and fake tears

 

It was one above pink carpets

Pretending they had stripes

 

There was something I loved

About the light wood adding some bright to the much needed demons that lurked at the corner of my mind, and the cat fish I vowed, swore up and down, was only a keep sake

For some dirty untouched thought

No one would have guessed

 

I remember mistletoes

I tried to hang one in the little doorway

To the underneath lair where so many secrets were bred

Always the best hiding spot

 

Scrunching in and out was easy

Two people were a solid fit

Summers died underneath the bed

Winters left me cold

Underneath the bed

 

One thing there never was

There were never pictures of the places we visited there

None of your skin pressed against mine

Your beady eyes staring through the darkness

Until one of us finally got the idea to grab a flashlight

Shedding some flickering light onto the brown eyes that glistened back to me

The kind that looked like molten walnuts roasting in open flames

The ones I miss

 

I fell in love underneath that bed

With the idea that forever wasn’t just for fairytales

And maybe just maybe one day our hearts would find themselves entangled again

Maybe I was right

 

I was faced with fate next to him

Underneath this bed

As we battled the monsters in our heads

To be given one final shot

At an eternity where the prince

Gets his porn star

Because everyone knows princesses don’t exist

 

 Underneath this bed

Are memories I have forsaken

Sworn far away in the back of my mind

All to be given away

On the drop of a dime

 

Tomorrow dawns a new day

 

With a new underneath the bed

Author's Note

Everything here is intentional