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the white house sits empty now and you can't sell it no matter how hard you try the house we built with our bare hands and raw promises we could've sworn we would always keep too young to know how heavy hearts are to hold i told myself i would never come back here, to this house to the white paint bending reluctantly over rot peeling off in long languid strips i try not to remember how warmly it once held me how warmly you held me in it's walls tightly too, as if your skin was my own protecting me from the chill that was always there that i never noticed i haven't felt warm since you peeled your skin from mine reluctantly, in long languid strips you tore me from this home we built and made it nothing but rot with a for sale sign in the front yard probably why it won't sell i don't know if i even miss you or just that extra layer of skin because i am ******* cold i said i would never come back here but here i am, bare feet to yellowing grass toes turning white the neighbors we used to crack jokes with shaking their heads while drawing their window shades i squint my eyes seeing the orange glow far off in the distance tilted my head towards where you stood by the window,  blue in the morning light pouring milk into your coffee and in mine wearing the oversized sweater that i got for you for your birthday, decades ago where you kissed my lips, my forehead, my cheeks before leaving for work where you picked me up so i could place the angel on top of the christmas tree where we loved where i asked you for one last kiss and where you said, "no" where i lived and died the earth will shallow this house whole before anyone buys it i get back into my car and this time, i will never come back
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Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
white house
the white house sits empty now and you can't sell it no matter how hard you try the house we built with our bare hands and raw promises we could've sworn we would always keep too young to know how heavy hearts are to hold i told myself i would never come back here, to this house to the white paint bending reluctantly over rot peeling off in long languid strips i try not to remember how warmly it once held me how warmly you held me in it's walls tightly too, as if your skin was my own protecting me from the chill that was always there that i never noticed i haven't felt warm since you peeled your skin from mine reluctantly, in long languid strips you tore me from this home we built and made it nothing but rot with a for sale sign in the front yard probably why it won't sell i don't know if i even miss you or just that extra layer of skin because i am ******* cold i said i would never come back here but here i am, bare feet to yellowing grass toes turning white the neighbors we used to crack jokes with shaking their heads while drawing their window shades i squint my eyes seeing the orange glow far off in the distance tilted my head towards where you stood by the window,  blue in the morning light pouring milk into your coffee and in mine wearing the oversized sweater that i got for you for your birthday, decades ago where you kissed my lips, my forehead, my cheeks before leaving for work where you picked me up so i could place the angel on top of the christmas tree where we loved where i asked you for one last kiss and where you said, "no" where i lived and died the earth will shallow this house whole before anyone buys it i get back into my car and this time, i will never come back
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Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
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