Rotten peaches

Where to run

To this wall and back

Hit it hit it it it it it

Till you it

Hit so much you don’t feel anything

And you’re the wall

It it it …it

It it

Every evening tiptoeing so there is no

Argument so there is no me around

But even my silence is causing trouble it’s annoying it’s to much

Here have another whiskey and drag me on the floor again

This floor is dirty old it is it it it

Why it’s just not it

Would be so much easier if it’s just it

It

 

Waking my mothers shoes now and I promised myself not to!

Yet this walk took me here

to the wall 

And now I understand- I always blame her

Thought she must be somehow guilty

too laud too everything

That there is no sunrise and sunset

in this random house called home anymore

there is no peach trees

There is no walks to the forest and no more my dog. 

This memory doesn’t change

Deposit - it 

despite knowing he killed the dog

He started all arguments

He want it more whatever this was

And now I’m walking the same shoes

Maybe worse maybe just fitting me in

In

In

I walk myself into this

Eyes open

Others eyes open in disbelief

It was ok when it was just me

Now

It’s her here with me

And I’m tiptoeing to try to keep home which I’m missing so badly yet hate

 

It’s just the taste of the peach

Which is no longer sunny

It’s just it