#emptyrooms

Took only two months

For you to say to me

That you weren’t in love

But I knew that already

What I didn’t know was

That when the kids left

I’d be stuck in just three rooms

I got over you

But I couldn’t stomach it

Opening the doors made me cry

I drank and slept in a chair

Looming down the hall

With marks on the walls

From the crayons they loved

Were the rooms they grew up in

They said, “you’ll love England!”

Too depressed to be thinking

There wasn’t just one of them

It was majority of the house

First and second floors !

The play room

The living room

I closed my eyes

Every time I did laundry

Found a sock of treys

Nearly killed me

Wanted to grab the cutlery

Could give a fuck less

About you and your boyfriend

Took my two children

And left me to carry on

I didn’t even pack them up

When I was told I had to go

A friend did it as I cried alone

Those empty rooms still haunt me

Cause even now on the weeks

That they are not with me

I relieve those same days

At nights I still scream

I still drink

Trying to suppress