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Mar 25
I made a home inside of you.
It holds the pieces of me I don’t want the world to see,
The parts that I swore held no beauty.
But they are safe with you—
The parts that are loud, unforgiving,
The parts that demand.

As we walk hand in hand through these halls,
You teach me to listen,
To let them be.
“What are they really trying to say to me?”
To see. To be seen.

I made a home inside of you.
It holds the fragile pieces I once hid away.
At first, you softened the walls,
As if you knew how much they mattered—
they were seconds away from shattering.
But not today.
No more shoving them in a box.
“These are the things the world deserves to see”
You say.
And as we unpack them,
You remind me of their beauty.

I made a home inside you.
And if fate ever tried to tear my home away,
I would salt the ground beneath my feet
Scorch the sky above me
Engulfing everything in its reach,
Until god themselves returns you to me.
“The Home We Carved With a Spoon” is about love, trust, and the slow, deliberate work of making a safe space within another person. It’s about taking the parts of yourself you once hid—your loudness, your demands, your fragility—and learning that they are worthy of being seen. It’s about protection, transformation, and the kind of devotion that would scorch the earth to hold on to what matters.
Written by
Linden Lark  27/F
(27/F)   
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