my house is haunted.
paint slowly coming off of the walls, stained by liquor and harsh words that rolled off of your tongue and seethed through your clenched teeth.
broken stairs, from kicking, stomping, jumping, out of anger and forbiddence. where i'd slip due to the out of shape carpet that was only draped over due to you ripping it.
the bathroom, containing chunks of hair from you cutting it. a bathtub filled with good love and bad mistakes.
the kitchen, full of broken plates due to our endless disputes over nothing. molding food from the nights i waited.
our closets full of skeletons we hold onto because we are afraid; not only of each other but of the truth.
our bedroom, full of bumps and scrapes. where we made up, where we snuck in during the night because the couch was missing the warmth that only you could provide. it is still missing. that piece of me, that you stole to complete yourself.
i know make myself whole, holding my shredded self together with makeshift glue. this house, now demolished; it burns with the ghosts of us inside.
