to go in dreams to where i won’t (poemoff 2)

to go in dreams to where i won’t (poemoff 2)

secrets left unshared
used like snares
to trap unsuspecting victims
in your safety deposit box
i left my heart
bleeding
pumping air like it's blood
when i ask for forgiveness
helium whistles through your chipmunkythroat
you smear paint on that wall
whitewashing what you never knew
in a thin coat of longing
that you'll never see exposed in my eyes

The title of this poem comes from "is a road a road if it doesn't take you home?" by Zack.