Home is where the heart is they say
My heart is with
Him.
Again.
Him.
When I’m with
I feel at home.
Safe.
When our hands are together I feel safe.
At home.
His eyes are home, pools of brown.
In his arms a sense of security
Protection.
His love firm and solid, unshaking
Steady.
His lips perfect, carving perfect lies
I believed.
His mind, cunning master manipulator
Me falling for it.
Like the vicious cycle that love is
I took him back.
Forgetting the torture, seeing the love
Putting myself though that emotional roller coaster.
And now I’m a wreckage. Fearful and paranoid.
How one bad egg spoils the cake.
6 years.
I don’t trust that guy, the one who said I was pretty.
I was fine. Then. I saw. _
Him.
Beautiful in sunlight. Smile masking his loss.
Me.
I was his muse and he lost me.
Wrecked me.
Destroyed me and left me picking then pieces of myself blinded by the illusion of love.
And so he sees me and comes to me.
Staring im unable to move.
Stuck in his trance
And so he hugs me.
And I feel back
Safe at home.