A poem about a writer (a fictional character) who has been writing solely about the same two themes: depression and love, over and over again. The house of course, is a symbol for the writer's creative mind, which is now decaying from writing upon only those two themes.
The title came first before the poem itself. It was one of those things that latched onto my mind and wouldn't let go.
Just to clarify "the writer" is not referring to me.
Edit: So this is my second DD and I've got to say that seeing it with the DD banner really surprised me at first. Anyway thank you and thanks also to any who faved or were kind enough to leave a comment.