I have no permanent home address
well, maybe I do
but I am not sure anymore
if that is true.

If you happen to know
where I live,
please tell me
so I could rest
and feel at home;
as if I have fallen in love again.

For I am exhausted of my tongue
being twisted every time
I try to think of a friend--no
a name, or someone
and not pour myself
to them--
to that person
because I am simply terrified
of the fact that I
might scare them away.
     I might scare them away
I might scare them away
again.
I might scam a part
of their soul
and never pay
the pain I gave them
when I only tried
to unpack my feelings
in front of their door--
like a helpless luggage
lying on the floor.