Black Mold Love Poem by Lacie Hebert

You came home smelling like smoke and sin,
Another night gone, another fight again.
I was sitting on the bathroom floor half numb,
Wondering how the hell we became what we've become.
The pictures in the hallway turned to proof and scars,
Frames crooked on the wall from all our shouting wars.
We keep saying "forever" like a bitter dare,
But forever got poisoned just hanging in the air.
We got poison running underneath our skin,
And every time we try to leave, we cave and cave again.
Two broken people under one roof,
Holding on 'cause losing you hurts worse than truth.
This ain't love, it's black mold growing in the house,
Creeping through the cracks while nobody calls it out.
Rotting every memory we built with our hands,
Turning "always" into a wasteland.
You kiss me while we both fall apart,
Like cheap band-aids over bullet holes in our hearts
Yeah, we still hold on somehow,
But this house got death in the walls now.
I caught myself flinching when you raised your voice,
That's when I knew we destroyed the choice.
You used to calm storms living in my chest,
Now you're the reason I can't rest.
I know your favorite lies by heart,
And exactly where your soft spots are.
That's the cruel thing about this love,
Even broken, it never backs up.
Maybe hell ain't fire, maybe it's this bed,
Two people chained up by the things they said.
Too damaged to leave, too hurt to stay,
Still begging each other not to walk away.
This ain't love, it's black moldspreading through our house,
Living in the corners where the light burns out.
Every wound underneath us turning dark and cold,
But we keep calling it love 'cause we're scared to let go.
Maybe heaven hears what we can't say out loud,
But we died together long before this place fell down.
'Cause if you leave, don't turn around,
I'll be right here, buried in this house.
You were supposed to feel like home…
Now home's a haunted mouth.