My heart was a property you owned
you filled the dull spaces with interesting stories
hanged frames of happy moments on my empty walls
using our plans and dreams as perfect lighting
you made it feel like home
YOUR home
where my feelings were then segregated from your needs
and speaking was no longer an option
my interest faced the closing gates of your daily grind
our ***, casual interaction between acquaintances
our love, a confused outsider, staring and taking notes

- Custodio