Before,
This was a home.
Now,
It is poison.

I want to breathe but
The air is toxic and
Your words- they are harsh-
Cut deep
and they hurt.

I want to sleep but
The monsters keep me awake.
They haunt
Only me.

I want to rest my
Weary, aching feet but
The chair, the sofa, the bed-
This house
is made
of Fire.

Before,
This was a home.
Now,
It is only poison.

All I want from life
is that when I smile
someone always smiles back

My heart pounds.
My lungs stutter,
chest tightens, hands shake.

Words echo
harsh and
loud like two drums off-beat.

I don't want
to listen
but they don't want to stop.

I want to go
where the sun is clear
and the air is fresh-
somewhere I can be at peace

If I could leave my soul behind
I would leave it here-
Where it could dream forever.

My bones ache
Like crumbling stone cliffs
Constantly battered
By a sea of exhaustion.

We fall asleep sometimes in the snow and you sing to yourself in the wrong keys
sometimes we don't speak but I have everything I've ever wanted and so much life left.