Our Apartment Is Always Empty

local-hasbeen:

You let me sleep on your couch and your floor
even in your bed window side.

You let me have the corner in your closet, 
a place where my boxed up life could 
reside.

In return I showed you how life was like a painting,
one so violent and depressing you just closed your eyes.
When you saw me disintegrating,
you’d stand by and just watch me vaporize.
As the world fell in love with me,

You fell out, or so it seemed.
Change your sheets to rid yourself of me
b
ecause its been weeks
and you still speak in your sleep.