The most unsettling things have to be the little details.
Like the fact that whatever place I think of as home
Repels me for days when you are cruel to me.
I seek refuge in the oddest places.
Empty classrooms, friends' couches.
You'd be surprised how many places there are to live
Besides your home.
I find them.
On days when I am at my house, I spend those nights on the couch in my living room, never go upstairs to my comfortable bed.
When you are angry at me, it hits me right where I live.
Truly.
One thing I know the second your insults knock the air from my lungs-
Sometimes the ONLY thing I know by then-
Wherever I was planning to sleep that night
Is no longer an option.