this house has never said my name before
a name now ringing clearly in the air
i guess the haunting starts now that you’re gone
you took my heart, my soul, my life,
my beer
so i sit down to write my life away
gaslighted like poor ingrid in that film
the king of solipsism on his throne
an empty kitchen cupboard for
a realm
haunting indeed
thanks for reading my poem…
Ur beer dude? That’s just wrong lol 😉
Take it all, but leave the beer = a healthy breakup
LOL
Beautiful and heartbreaking