Currently fucking rolling my eyes at myself
Going thru some old writing cause one of my friends is going to be illustrating some of my poems and I came across this one and its so funny to me that this does not make me feel a goddamn fucking thing anymore
Fixer upper
You are a house declared uninhabitable by the state The hollows of your cheeks like a caved in wall that cockroaches might crawl out of if given half a chance The empty room you call a chest holds nothing dear for any of us anymore Your shaky, decayed little porch swing heart doesn’t ever stop creaking. That’s no surprise though, it’s been falling apart for years and you never cared to fix it
I was a tenant there once, and I tried everything in my power to make it something Patched up the holes with elbow grease and a little bit of drywall Painted over that terrible chartreuse color in the dining room with something a little softer, more welcoming I would have stayed around forever, fixing up that old broken home
Termites made new holes and the color bled through And that’s when I learned that you can’t fix broken things if they don’t want you to.
I won’t apologize for abandoning something that never wanted me around anyway I didn’t need your ghost to come and haunt every memory I would ever make You already did that once. It was why I had to move in the first place
I think I’m gonna bounce so if anyone wants to follow my life im on instagram as jleclair23 and twitter as jessikasays_
peace out motherfuckers
