To be honest ,
I love these grimy back alleys ,
No matter how dark or disgusting they are .
Because it hides me from the sun ;
Because it's another place I can call home .
And I know they say that "home is where your heart is" ,
But my heart is in my body ,
And my body is a temple ,
And it hasn't been sacred ever since I let her in .
Ever since she broke my heart .
She knew what she was doing .
She dropped it ,
She let it go .
She fell in love with somebody else .
Somebody else she calls "home" .
My temple is in ruins .
My house has no roof .
There is no shelter .
I have no home .
The closest thing I can call home are these back alleys ,
That are filthy and disgusting .
The only place where I can truly feel like I'm someone .
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC