They say home is where the heart is
But, when your heart is torn in two..
Where is home then?
Where are you supposed to go?
Do you just stand there shakily at the crossroads
Miserable with absolute no clue which path is meant for you?
The "home" you're stalled at now could very well bring you all that happiness you've been longing for
And the "home" you keep glaring at might just be a uncomfortable comfort you can't let go of..
But, desperately need to
This is the unknown
With no end in sight, just a circle of demanding questions and icy tears on your cheeks
And in the meantime your heart is homeless....

My heart is homeless