house

they said you

don’t wanna live

in a broken house

but i like my window frames

hollow

and my gardens

untamed.

they said

you won’t survive

the cold/the dark/the empty

but i only like

winds that carry me away

the color black

and hearts that are hungry.

i sit cross legged

on the floor

i can draw

on the walls

and every day

is a fight

i barely survive.

just how i want it.

my door peels

you can see me

naked/alone/unafraid

because towering mansions

are prisons

i never want to visit.

you are my broken home.

beautiful/imperfect/perfect.

(for me).