home
a place you know
where your face reflects in the sky.
your head rests within the walls,
your dreams sleep in the ceiling.

the sounds are familiar voices,
your fingers know the notches in the wall.
the mark on the floor,
the scratch in the bath.

the leaves in the garden are named,
the pebbles greet you home.
the acorns roll under my shoes,
the leaves crackle a song.

and you,
arrive like a darkness,
and the garden shy away from you.
and the birds grow quiet.
a coldness settles in my stomach.
i can see by your face,
you are looking for a reason.
to shift the blame.
to make me cry.
to trample me further into the dirt.

and all i wanted,
was a gentle touch.
i wanted to hear,
it will be ok.
not its my fault.
not i dont care.


i can see you dont hear me.
and i can feel my desperation boil over.
and i say things,
and you are justified.

so you throw me away.
run desperately for your freedom.
spend our living on drink and song.
and return with a triumphant swagger.

because you know i have nowhere to go.
that you hold the strings,
to my existance.
you wont even let me die.

so you take away my home,
the place i know.
you take away the scratches and marks,
you take away my garden,
you take away my dreams,
the pry my heart from the soil.

and you feel justified,
and gorged in your revenge.