sunday nights at the house are brutal
yelling and being *******
taking our arguments and stuffing them in our pillowcases
to confront the next night

we go to bed angry
not at ourselves but at each other
but we don't care
we'll separate into our rooms
distance ourselves to our own space
think, breathe, and think again

we are not a family
merely people dependent on people
we do not share the same taste
or the same aspiration to exist

we are simply people angry at people in a house on sunday night

You looked like a deer caught in headlights
Waiting for something to change
Even with the darkness surrounding you
There's light showing you the way.

I do not recall this bed
These arms I rest my soul in
Who is this heart lying next to me
What am I to them

What is my name?

The soft sheets tangle around my body
but I'm not comfortable
I'm panicked
My mind doesn't know this place of comfort
This place of unknown memories
sewn together with the soul next to me

I'm not aware
This place is home
And she is my love
But I'm losing my mind
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I was so focused on loving you

that I didn't realize
                                        I wasn't loving myself

you weren't supposed to know
                                               I cried myself to sleep

you weren't supposed to know
                                               I hated every inch of me

you weren't supposed to know
                                               I like girls the same way you do


you weren't supposed to know
                                               I wanted to die too