Home is usually defined as a place where one lives, a physical structure, or where someone was born or lives for a long time.
I started thinking of what home was to me.
A place where I really feel safe and secure.
Somewhere I find complete comfort and feel like I can really be what I am; lazy, stupid.
Where I can cry and scream and laugh with complete sincerity.
Where I know I can run to for a strong shelter.
Where I can hide my feelings and emotions at when I leave in the morning
Where there may be leaks in the ceilings or cracks in the walls, but I learn to cope and move on.
Where, really, what I need to survive lies.
Where I want to be all the time.
Then, thinking of you, I realized home can be a person.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 4:23 PM UTC
I've never been addicted to drugs in baggies sold on the streets,
But I am addicted to one with pretty white teeth and a heart beat.
He is my better half
My silver lining in a sky of clouds
Of my grandpa he does remind me
And then I see that heaven isn't so far
And I'll still love him when I'm old and grey,
Because I know he wouldn't love me any other way
In shared giggles and affections,
His love points me in the right direction
He is not where he is from,
He is where he is going
And I'd like to go there, too
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 10:58 PM UTC
Addicted to my wicked dreams
Where everything's not as it seems
All these things in my head
Wondering why you haven't left me for dead
Just like Romeo and Juliet,
This love is as tragic as it gets
Star-crossed lovers
Who only care when they're under covers
And when you sit alone at night and feel empty,
I know you feel pain and resent me
It's contradicting, what you do to me
Make me think you care
Then just flee
I wonder how you go so easily upon this
All I wanted,
Was your k i s s
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 7:25 PM UTC