poems of a teenage girl

the old house

i would love to go back to the old house
but i would never live there again
just rent it
it's falling apart
so i can't stay long
but it's so comfortable
like i never left
there's still the imprint of my body on the bed
so i lay back into it
and i sink back into all the memories
i turn over to ur side
and ur not there
it's cold n empty
there's barely an imprint
like u haven't been back since
i wonder if you'll ever lay back down
long enough to create a print
long enough to remember the memories
long enough to love me again