Waking the street

The night you came around
you kept
knocking, knocking, knocking
knocking, knocking, knocking
knocking, knocking, knocking
knocking, on my door.
I begged you to leave
and not wake up my street
but you kept
banging, banging, banging
banging, banging, banging
banging, banging, banging
banging, on my door.
Since you cared not one bit
if you woke up the street
I opened my heart,
and then let you in.
You walked in
with dirty limbs
you soiled my floor
you smeared my walls.
I should not have cared
if you woke up
the frigging street.