To Jacob, From The Body You've Inherited
I know things have been tough
I know moving in must suck
The old tennant
was awful at cleaning up after themself
The wiring is always off
Sometimes I’m full blast,
other times it’s cold campbells
but I need you to stay here
I know that’s hard for you
I need you to stay here
There is dirt between the floorboards
because I should have been a garden
not because I am dirty
stop trying to wash all the growing out
this is an act of self love and
I refuse to be sorry for it
There are cracks in the drywall
you keep punching holes
through everything meant to keep you safe
but complain you are too cold
there’s only so much safety
in being what hurts you
patch up your broken
if you ever want a warmer place to sleep
the windows are faded
the way they’ve been looking
hasn’t been too bright
I know you can change that
But why would you want to be woken up
by sunrise
the last place you stayed
was so dark
it took seventeen years to find you
I am a work of progress
you can fix me up
you can scare out all the spiders
you can make me your home again
but I will never stop being a home
Don’t call me a broken one
I know when you live in a broken home
you always have something to put in your mouth
and you just can’t bear the thought of being empty
Boys can’t love themselves, can they?
You think loving me might make you girl again
Might make you human
Boy, I am still a home
I am the only home you have
So unlock the door
and lay your bed
This is all I have for you
You’re coming home to me boy
Please stay here