why is it so hard for us to pry ourselves from the ones we love?
shes home. shes home. she is home. she is my home.
like a script i feel these words are only necessary after three years, but are they true?
does home lie? does home cheat? is home unfaithful and unfair? no.
like an illusion i was tricked into thinking this person was home for me.

maybe now i’ll create a home for myself where i set standards for myself.
why is this lesson so hard for me? why can i not grasp the fact that i cannot change a broken person nor is it my job to.
home doesn’t make your eyes shoot wide open at 3am gasping for air. home doesn’t make you second guess if it loves you. home doesn’t leave holes in your heart only to be filled with doubt. home shouldn’t be this way. home isn’t this way.
i will re-adjust my path for myself.