The only home I have
Is the one I build inside myself
The roof is cracked
The doors are broken
The electricity goes out
And ghosts awoken
Although rats scurry
And the AC is dead
It is my own home
Nonetheless

I belonged to the earth once.

I could do it again.

He calms me down
Reminds me to breathe
I guess sometimes
That's all that we need.

I wrote a poem about it
And then threw it away
Because that's the last thing
I need right now:
More words dedicated
To people who will never
Dedicate a
Single thing to
Me.

What if grass is always greener on the other side
Because it's always raining there?

I broke my own
Heart loving you
I really should
Learn to stop
Fixing others with
Bits of myself

I wonder what's made you
So cold and why
You speak in snowflakes
Like the ones that
Catch in your eyelashes