Notes
This house is not a home anymore.
This bed doesn’t welcome my body.
I have forgotten what the noises in the dark sound like.
I can hardly find my way around,
I’m confused by shower knobs and coffee makers.
I fumble for switches when there are none.
This house is not mine any longer.
It is occupied by ghosts,
Shadows who come and go as they please,
Leaving me in the rain-soaked garden, waiting.
My key doesn’t fit the lock.
2 comments on drunken self
Katyana March 01, 2015
You definitely need more love for this playlist. It is so beautiful and mellow, full of pathos and emotion! Fantastic. :)
⃠giddyschoolgirl March 03, 2015
@Katyana thanks, you're lovely! :D
⃠aubrielizabeth January 14, 2015
I AM SO SO OBSESSED WITH YOU AND YOUR PLAYLISTS
⃠giddyschoolgirl January 15, 2015
@acidaubri YOURE BACK, HEY!
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