You don't get to tell me
Whether or not
I let you come home
When the door was left open
The lights were left on
The cats watched from the windows
The grass kept growing and
You were not here
With the excuse
That I did not want you
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The Poetry Collection ♡ Republished
PoesiA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
