Homewrecker

A poem.

I'll tear your doors

Straight from the hinges

I'm binging on

The could-be future

Of how your house may shelter me.

 

I'll smash your furniture

Trash every room

Claw your walls down

To find your heart abloom

And cradle it-- Guilty, I'll plea

 

Don't restore your doors.

Please, don't lock this from me.