Bleeding Walls, Come Down

So I'll let the walls bleed.

I'll let the contents of the cells combine.

It's all yours anyway. Why separate what was never meant to be separated?

The left of my brain is full of you, with words and songs and pictures, too. I imagine resting in your arms, and ache and ache and ache.

But, I must let the walls come down.

The right of my brain is full of truth, with words and pain and nothing new.
I'm crushed, to say the least. And still, I ache. I ache. I ache.

But still, I'll let the walls come down.

I look forward to your arms.