My body is an apartment that I can barley Because when he’s around I don’t say much

afford because of the location.  of anything. 

An entire world of possibilities accessible in When he’s around I keep my voice low, don’t
some multiple of my footsteps  want to make him angry, 
And for some reason I can’t make it out my don’t wanna hear what he’s going to say when
front door.  they leave.   
I’m starring at the splintered wood in the When he’s around we spend all my time
frame,  together. 
Where she slammed the door on her way out. When he’s around he’s the only one with the
And ignoring the leaks in the roof and how I’m energy to answer my phone, 
running out of buckets.  So I keep it shut off, I don’t want to know if
I try to remember that so many people want people will keep trying to call. 
what I have,  I try to leave. 
That when I turn on my lights I become a part Try to find other apartments with different
of a skyline that people look at and envy,  beds, different drinks, different drugs, 
That living here is a privilege no matter how Anything to forget that I eventually have to
much it looks stumble home,  
Like these walls are about to crumble.  Have to see him in the living room, hear his
I pay my rent in late night laughter with loved laughter all night keeping me up. 
ones, purple pink sunrises on the drive home,  I never want to leave my bed.
Laces fingers that feel to tight to ever come He wants me to move out.
undone.  I know. 
But the price of existence grows higher ever Wants me to vacate these walls with no bags
year,  packed. 
With every lost friend, every tear shed, every I know. Wants my friends and family to forget
fight where I can not make amends,  my name only remember his. 
Every story I start to write where I can’t I know. I can tell by the wallpaper he peals
possible imagine an end.  off. 
I earn less, and less, and my rent is late, By the thin pink blueprints he draws in my
until…  skin, his plans to make new bloodlines. 
A letter comes in the mail and says my rent I know he wants me to move out, sometimes I
has been payed.  do too. 
I have a roommate now, or maybe I always I don’t know if there’s a difference. 
have. 
Someone who started out as the silhouette
stranger  
On the other end of the bedroom of my brain. 
I am living with depression, there is no other
way to putting it. 
He puts my walls up and everyone else stays
out. 
He tells me he is the only one who could
stand these cramped quarters, 
Where he seems to be spreading out more
and more every single week, 
Until there is no room left for anything that
reminds me of me, 
I can’t find room to eat anymore, and I don’t
feel like collecting new memories, 
Telling myself I only have room for the same
old routine. 
I have a roommate and he makes my friends
uncomfortable.