this is my home –
your hands on my waist.
we stacked bricks on top of one another
until we were closed in with no way out.
we were stuck inside.
sometimes I lost myself in you because it was all that I knew.
this is the truth –
we closed ourselves in because we were terrified.
we were two lost souls, finding through each other,
and hiding from everything else.
how many times did I bruise your palm
just because I was asked when the last time I slept was?
it took a long time to find myself through you.
I had to lose myself ten times over before I even knew my name.
vacant roads were my favorite because it was you, me, and nothing else.
you drove fast with the windows down because you could.
we were home –
with each other.
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC
this is my home –
your hands on my waist.
we stacked bricks on top of one another
until we were closed in with no way out.
we were stuck inside.
sometimes I lost myself in you because it was all that I knew.
this is the truth –
we closed ourselves in because we were terrified.
we were two lost souls, finding through each other,
and hiding from everything else.
how many times did I bruise your palm
just because I was asked when the last time I slept was?
it took a long time to find myself through you.
I had to lose myself ten times over before I even knew my name.
vacant roads were my favorite because it was you, me, and nothing else.
you drove fast with the windows down because you could.
we were home –
with each other.
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