the walls have all cracked
the ceiling's caved in
the good of our smiles
didn't outweigh the sin
the floorboards uprooted,
the doorways offset,
this place, once a home,
is now a victim of neglect.
... but i don't even care that the dishes are broken
that the photos are missing
that the stuff has been stolen
i don't give a shit
that the termites are fat
with the wood from stairwell,
I could care less. In fact,
the thing that breaks my heart
is that now i'm forced to see
that this shitthole of a house
reflects us, you and me.
we've rotted inside, like these spoiled, 10-foot walls.
and we didn't even care. we just didn't have the balls
to put it back together, and maybe not perfect or pristine,
a bit of glue would've helped... And a good scrubbing to keep clean.
maybe it was me. maybe it was you.
maybe it wouldn't have mattered if we used the strongest glue.
maybe the walls could hear all the cruel things that were spoken.
maybe the house gave up on us, and preferred to just be broken.
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