I built a home inside of you,
I pulled your arms around me
as though they were the only walls I had,
and I carved my initials onto your lips
like the ones still on the front concrete of the house I was born in.
It didn't matter what was outside of us,
where we were together
the lights were on, the bed unmade, and the fire was nowhere near dying.
I built a home in you so long ago,
and I've moved so many times
it felt good to have a permanent residence.
But I should have known better,
than to have built my life inside of someone,
Because when you were sad,
the roof would leak,
and when you were angry
my walls would shake,
and when I left you,
my home crumbled
and I felt naked and cold
so I slept on our abandoned foundation
trying to pretend
that you were still there beside me.
*You were the hardest goodbye I have ever said