Half written poems
And books everywhere
My fridge is bare
And my laundry is piling up
I never thought I would
The girl whose house is
Is left Abandoned
While she chases dreams
And bats eyelashes
Over drinks with you
A beautiful distraction
From the mundane
From the ordinary
From the dutiful
From the ache
The longing for something more
That persistently shows
Up at inopportune times
So this is a thank you
From my house
For being what I need
For being something more
Than something to take care of
For something to distract me
This is a thank you for being a beautiful surprise
