I've been letting home feel less like home
It feels like an apartment I'm borrowing for the semester
My friends suggested detachment and I embraced it
I've got no one to come back to
I've read that text a thousand times since I let myself think about it
Every time I do I feel an inch further away
Something broken, but the edges were soft
There was nothing to cut myself on or trip over except for him
He left himself square in the way, but he also left.
He hurts, all on his own