Have I overstayed my welcome?
Am I no longer an esteemed guest
In the one-room hotel of your heart?
I must say I was unprepared
For the warmth of your chest,
How comfortable I could feel
Under the blanket of your ribs and in between your lungs.
But now your veins seem only cold to me,
The attentions of your heart turned away,
And I am left homeless outside your body
Again.
A dark melancholy feeling fills my chest
As I come to realize I am no longer welcome in yours.
You turn your eyes from my face,
And that is what I take to mean goodbye.
This home was once the haven we shared,
But now it's only me inside these walls
I once had you close by my side,
But now I only have myself to keep me company.
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Art Will Survive, Artists Won't
PoetryThis book is a compilation of free-form poetry that I've written. Most of it is pretty personal, but I hope you'll like it regardless. POSSIBLE TRIGGERS: depression, self-harm, lgbtq+, suicidal thoughts
