“home isn’t a place. home is a person,” has never felt so true.

the only thing that i can think about is you.

i’m sorry for ruining it. it was me, not you, as cliche as that sounds.

i want to go home.

i never thought i’d be so blessed.
sometimes it still feels as if i’m the little pest.

you’re the greatest thing to happen to me, boy blue.
you taught me something brand new.

you taught me love and patience.
something i had already thought i understood.

but everything is different with you,
i think about you with everything i do.

because i do this for you,
whether you see it or not.

for you, boy blue,
there’s very few things i wouldn’t do.

i never felt the need to say it
but it’s time to bid aideu.

you made me feel things
almost as if you unleashed a zoo

i miss you sometimes
but then i remember what you turned into

you treat me
as if i’m a shoe

you wear me out until you can’t anymore
but you can’t return me to the store

as much as you try,
i’ll never be who i was before.

with this,
i say goodbye and thank you

i hope one day
you stop acting how you do

it hurts.

i don’t know what but i can feel it.

all the time,
everyday,
non-stop.

i've searched near and far for you,
i've found very few.

you come at night,
sometimes you even give me a fright.

sometimes in the middle of the day,
when i'm trying to keep my peace at bay.

you've never helped me;
yet i still need you
because you help me breathe.