too dark

it's too dark
for me,
this room you've
painted
with bitter
words. the
slights
and bruises
of past
love bumps
and detours
that you've taken.
I need you to
turn the light
on for me.
I need a fresh
coat of white
paint.
I need new
furniture,
pictures on
the walls of
sunrises and beaches.
I need a plant
in the corner,
green with hope.
I need you to
leave the room
until you're
better, until
the sickens of
lost love is out
of your system.
until then, your
room is too dark
for me, but maybe
i'll spend
the night, just
one.