I Guess the Walls Look Warmer Now

[Coquette16]

There are many great images here, and I became empathetic off and on throughout...but, the poem's coherence is lacking. I read and re-read your poem---first, as a whole, then line by line...and then again, as a whole. I have a few comments and I certainly think that what you have here is a strong core piece of material.

I Guess the Walls Look Warmer Now

Empty boxes in the front yard
crafting shelves and a bed
inside of those stone brick walls
where I slowly forget those who kept me fed
and think only about who I met back then    --> I this last part referring to a funeral/specific loved one who passed? It's inconclusive at this point.
dressed in black, woven silk
fell for whispers, but never saw the distance
paint the walls with whatever comes to mind
tape the flowers to the wall, can't afford a vase
ashamed,
but you don't mind   ---> who? The voice changes here---it's misleading and leaves the reader questioning--

When I excuse for the quiet
take a blanket and dye it     ---> forced rhyme?
red or green or whatever you prefer
to lie inside, 
to keep you warm, 
I guess red looks warmer
tongues fall apart     ---> maintain the diction here (the switch from more literal to a metaphor is random)
but you keep sitting at the table
that I crafted out of glass from the bottles that you emptied
pretend not to see the cracks and the shards beneath
nothing but fake smiles to disguise the despise in your eyes   ----> an after break-up scene or mourning? Great line with good rhythm.

When I excused for the nail that punctured my tongue   ----> back to the metaphor with the tongue; maintaining more simplicity would keep the                                                                                           overall voice of the poem consistent
you replied: "There are words abound stuck in my lungs"  ----> "abound" and "stuck" --contradictory language
Stuck indeed, never relieved,
first a kitchen knife
then quick stabs through your chest,
words form a flood or is it just blood?
Deafening screams before you stop to breathe,
gaping cuts, now your eyes stay shut,  ----> this escalated quickly! Intentional? Create a clearer closure and perhaps lessen the dramatics.
mine never opened

...and the title...Wondering if it should be something different, since I don't see the relevance.