Maybe the reason
I could not make myself
Leave bed
Is less because i didnt sleep
And more because of the fact
That i dread going home
Because home is not
The walls and doors that confine me,
Home is him.
Home is the way he smells, the way he looks at me
Home is laying on his chest
Feeling his heartbeat, each of his breaths
Home is his skin against mine
Home is his smile, lips, eyes, face.
Home is not just plaster walls that hold me in, keep me warm.
Home is wherever he is.