reclaimed land; it's my house and i live here. i'm in the kitchen, cooking pasta. you're not there, and neither are your arms around my waist. i put on the songs you used to call ours and i miss nothing about you. i watch the films, i write the poems, i smell the flowers. exposure therapy. refamiliarizing; me with myself. i took back my friends; i took back my family; i took back my body. i took back everything that makes me happy. because it is my house. and you've always felt like an intruder.
