I'm sharing a house with her;
She's the moodiest person I know
She drinks her coffee without sugar
in the cold days,
and with sugar in the sunny days.
She calls it way of living;
I call it lost of interest
She sleeps all day
to drive her demons away
-I think
she's creating more-
and if not,
she cries over a crack in the wall
Melancholy should be her second name
-she annoys every cell in me
I'm not even trying to explain-
so much sadness in a face
she destroyed the colours of our furniture
in the very first day
I think of driving her off the house
but then,
an abandoned house
is the most miserable thing
I can think about
Jan 24, 2020
Jan 24, 2020 at 8:46 PM UTC
I'm sharing a house with her;
She's the moodiest person I know
She drinks her coffee without sugar
in the cold days,
and with sugar in the sunny days.
She calls it way of living;
I call it lost of interest
She sleeps all day
to drive her demons away
-I think
she's creating more-
and if not,
she cries over a crack in the wall
Melancholy should be her second name
-she annoys every cell in me
I'm not even trying to explain-
so much sadness in a face
she destroyed the colours of our furniture
in the very first day
I think of driving her off the house
but then,
an abandoned house
is the most miserable thing
I can think about
voices in my head
I'm bored with myself
I am her that's annoyed
or am I, me that destroy?
written on January 25, 2020
© ,Maria
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