Come fetch your girl.
You were so right.
She reeks of you.
She’s going to text you soon and tell you how much she loves you and you’re going to welcome her.
Because you knew.
I knew too.
See your girl isn’t consistent.
Yet she’s the most constant thing in your life.
Everything about her reminds me of you.
You made sure of that.
There wasn’t a corner that you left undone.
There wasn’t a single drop of yourself that you didn’t pour into her.
She’s so full of you.
So infinitely full of you.
You made such a home in her.
Sleeping in her bed feels like robbery, like a break in.
This love feels like a crime.
Come fetch your girl.
You knew that everyone that attempts to come after you is just part of her journey to become for herself, to come to you.
Is that fair?, your lover invites women like me into your home.
To warm your side of the bed.
To be your temporary arms.
To be the breath of fresh air when you two open the window of your home.
Come fetch your girl.
There’s a love for me that doesn’t involve you.
She refuses to leave you at the door before she enters my house.
I’m trying to clean this house and I keep stepping on your broken glasses.
Bleeding for a love that isn’t mine.
This is not my house anyway.
Come fetch your girl.
She longs for you and she’s trying to find you in me. She’s scratching and digging but you won’t come out of me.
I can’t fit into the body suits of your personality traits.
I won’t settle.
Come fetch your girl.
I’m here, but the house is lonely without you.
I’m waiting for you.
It may take years but I know you’re coming back.
My bags are always packed.
I have my “Welcome home” banner ready to pin up for you.
Everything will be washed and replaced, renovated.
Just the way you like it.
Your return, will be glorious just like it always is after women like me.
Oh dear God, I’m homeless.
Can I stay at your place for a while?








