my mom always told me to go after boys like you. guys who stuff their heads so far up the bible that they don't and wouldn't prefer anything else. guys who's looks are average but look striking when they put on a suit and tie. and guys who love going to his sanctuary on Sundays and Wednesdays. she told me that they were always the good ones and that i could always make a home out of one, but she was wrong. because you can't make a home out of anyone no matter how good the person is or may be. so when i met you, and got to know you, i tried. i tried to make a person my home, but you just weren't up for it. your arms weren't my blanket but they made for a nice hug. and your chest wasn't my pillow but they made for a good head rest. and to be totally honest, that was all you were up for. because you always whispered to me, "come in" but the more you said it the more it sounded like, "get out" and me not wanting to believe the latter, i chose to believe the first and god, was i stupid. because all along you were telling me that your arms weren't a blanket and your chest wasn't a pillow and your heart had a cage around it for a reason but i just didn't listen. you were just too nice to tell me that i could never be your home and you could never be mine. because you knew that home is a place and it can never be a person. you were just too afraid to tell me.
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