I am a home. I am the house that always smells of freshly baked cookies The one that is always abundant in blankets and warmth The kind of house that makes your friends' jealous The soft place that makes them always come over Even when they have worn out their stay.
You Are wearing out your stay. My windows have fogged over, My door has rusted shut. My floor boards are flooded, And my welcome mat has ripped.
You see, The key to keeping a home warm and cozy Is by giving it tender loving care; Not letting the trash and dust and ghosts pile up Like you have done with me.
Some lines in this poem are inspired by the song "Control" by Halsey.