It’s a house
Yes.
And lately, finally, it’s home

Broken? maybe
Exhausted
Ruined
Beaten
Dead
What else?

But still, it is home.

And you, you’ve been my escape
From all the screams and tears
All the broken pieces

You became my home
To take me away from home

And just like my own,
We are now
Exhausted
Ruined
Beaten
Dead.

I could leave
But why...why would I

when all I have to do
is watch the setting sun in that backyard filled with sunny, mocking memories

when all I have to do
is run my fingers through your hair
and stare into the eyes that manipulated me for so long


And I’m at home