Home - That's where we went on your birthday. It didn't quite fit though, did it? Because Home was right in front of me, and four thousand miles away.
You tried to make it work, and maybe I had given up, but now I'm left unfettered, and floating on til -
Yet home was far away, and Home had never been closer.
I've been back too long to miss my home, but long enough to lose Home.
i don't normally put this many up, but i ended up going through my drafts and decided it was time to air poems from ages ago that i never quite published - better out than in and all that. i also think i have a chronic fear of redacting parts of my life, and i find a strange beauty in painting my happiest moments alongside my mostly deeply shameful. a patchwork quilt of human experience - or maybe just a pretentious, very depressed teenager with no other outlet that is safe