you tenderly tore me apart.
even when you ripped every shred,
it felt like home.

in all of life,
ive been without a home,
till your toxicity fostered me.
despite all roofs that were never home,
you became home to me.
with the warmest radiators that worked and sinks that never clogged-

you were my home.
but our household was toxic.
the roof you provided was my sanctuary from the world,
sheltered me from all bad.
but inside our house of carrot flowers,
harbored the greater bad.
in fear of homelessness,
i enabled your manifest under the roof of once love.
and for love i left the home that took me in and took me apart.

and i chose to be without a home.
with no warmth to retreat to in the coldest december of now.