I invited you into my house



























You didn’t hesitate to walk through my door






















You left foot and hand print bruises and
























You made my walls and floor boards sore























You splintered the stairs up to my bedroom and





















You tore holes in all the sheets

























You broke every spring inside my mattress and




















You’ve made it impossible for me to sleep























You didn’t stop when you heard noises























Echoing through the halls




























You didn’t stop when you heard































Phantoms banging on the walls



























You walked down to my fireplace




























To warm your bitter hands




























You can burn this whole house to the ground but






















My foundation will withstand





























After burning every chair and every shelf that you could find


















You began to realize that the house I built


























Was just a state of mind































You walked down the cement steps and























Out into my garden
































You picked every rose you came across and























Under your feet the ground began to harden and























As the thorns tore through your callused flesh


























Your rage spilt out into the dirt


























From the moment I first met you
























My garden turned into a desert



























I am incomplete and rotted now



























Left to wither with the roses




























You ripped me up from the ground and
























My body’s decomposing






























You see, what was planted in my garden
























Was my body, heart, and soul and



























When you trampled on my flowers


























You took a piece and left me with a hole