welcome home to this humble abode

our very own purgatorial paradise where passion is laid to rest and every living thing has died a little more since you left

the moon watches me bathe while you and the sun drown me in shame even with my head submerged i hear myself screaming your name deeper i sink in sadness while you pile rocks on my chest surviving you is both profoundly familiar and cruelly unendurable

a moment of silence for the lives of mine lost before you

sinners resting (not peacefully) here lies resentment (she looks like my mother) grieving discontentment (that’s from my father)

am i more than a safe space to seek refuge from your life of rebellion and violence

am i the first to invite you inside despite your impossibly high standards

insecurity fractured heart fragility

i’ll never stop believing we could be

knowing of course we couldn’t be