Door
I can't go in our room
It's empty
and full of things you discarded
cigarette butts, phone numbers without names
lonely things not shared but bombarded
so I shut the door
like I shut out your leavin me
that door, it just keeps talkin
might as well paint that door red
I'm thinkin bout puttin my shoes on
remember? with the big, clunky heels?
I'm thinkin bout kickin that damn door in
JUST TO SEE HOW IT FEELS
Hah! Kimmy
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