The way the sunlight tiptoes in through the cracks of the blinds each morning to kiss you awake, well I could swear it rises just for you.


                                                          ­                   *mndi.

"You deserve someone who'll wipe away all your tears and tell you it'll all be ok."

                                                           ­                          *Well ****

fickle fallings fail i see
as i within the veil should be
lo, lowly it does call to me
enticing ever melancholy

Why do you just stand there and listen?

DOG

Please just go away

ANIMAL

Be strong.. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.

STUPID

Stop. It's like this everyday.

*****

You wonder why I cry myself to sleep. Why my pillow has become my best friend.

*******

I thought you were my daddy. To help protect me. I have to help protect myself now.

People often use the term "home is where the heart is" as reference that home is a literal place. That you can touch it, feel it, live in it and it's physically there. But I just can't seem to wrap my mind around that. Because my heart belongs to a home that isn't there in a physical sense. My home is the way you say my name and draw circles on my lower back. My home is built and structured in between your arms and in the crook of your neck. I've never felt more at home then when we are skin to skin and I want to pull you even closer. No my home is not a building, my home is you and that's where my heart will always be.