I'm not a house
Stop bringing pillows and sofas
Stop bringing clothes and loafers
Stop trying to make me a home
I just framed my self worth
You took it down to put a picture of yourself
Moved my things to put up your shelf
To make YOU comfortable
I repainted my bedroom walls
She didn't like the color so she painted it red
And she got matching sheets for MY bed
When she never was invited
I finally found some things I liked
He replaced them with awards
And changed my oak floorboards
To tile and carpet
I'm not a building or an apartment
Not a place for you to make yourself cozy
I'm locking you out you're too nosy
I'm not a house
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Cheesencrackers (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
I loved the metaphor and the images used in this poem nicely done a fave
I’m glad Soren! Thank you for your read and comment!
My pleasure Allie
Allie, the displacement of personal value by someone else’s image is devastating. That moment reveals how thoroughly another person can overwrite what does not belong to them. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I’m really glad you understood the underlying theme! People can constantly try to make themselves comfortable but in turn they remove parts of you that weren’t meant to be taken. As always, thanks for commenting!
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