was i the bad parts of home for you?
mine were opened by your love and it felt so good.
like an old friend from my younger youth.
someone to tell what was actually on my mind
but where him and i had shared tragedy,
you were so pure.
and then you showed me lessons and that,
with divine right,
that they were as ****** as i was learned.
because they stemmed from what can not be taken.
my pain is still love.
but my love hopes to not be pain.
im sorry i took you
there im sorry i gained more than i lost
but then again
i hope to regain you
fear has a right place in home.