You sat alone
like I always did
your eyes wandering aimlessly like a stray cat left out in the cold and from the moment I saw you I knew you were different..
your eyes told me that we were the same as I felt your heart beating through your bird ***** ribcage
You use to be such a fragile little thing before you learned how to hide it
The sight of a man could ******* you.. and ironically that's how you lived your last few years..
'home is where the heart is' they say
But when you died
My heart went with you.