Oct 2014
Don't build a home in the rib cage of others is what my mother told me when I found myself wishing my bed was "ours" and home was more so his arms.
Don't nest in the heart of anyone for hearts are fickle, fate is unpredictable and alas, people always change.
Don't place all of your eggs in the basket of your lover- when they hatch and attach, they may be so comfortable that you never leave and never learn to fly.
My mother begged me to not lose myself in swimming his veins, the web of his mind and the sheets when the bed was ours. Some days I wish I would've listened, but finding a home in the heart of someone else taught me this-
Hearts are as fragile as the nests you build in them.
Your wings flapped too hard and created hurricanes when you lost control, and chipped away at your rib cage nest.
You picked and probed with your beak to no end, and left holes and tears in your heart home.
It's not fair that your own heart was so full to the brim with demons and doubts that you unloaded them like your belongings when you first moved in, left scattered around, left out for the mess you were.
Your fragile heart left marks upon your home and the foundations flew away like you should have when your rib cage nest and your heart home grew too small and let you fall. It took falling to learn how to fly but by then it's a little too late.
Do not make a home in the hearts of others, my mother told me.
Someday you'll have to fly away without your heart because the weight of it is too heavy from a lesson your mother tried to teach you, a lesson he taught you and a lesson you've come to preach-
Do not leave your heart in the rib cage nest of another, for it'll nest so deeply that it cannot be reached.
Don't nest in the heart of anyone for hearts are fickle, fate is unpredictable and alas, people always change.
Don't place all of your eggs in the basket of your lover- when they hatch and attach, they may be so comfortable that you never leave and never learn to fly.
My mother begged me to not lose myself in swimming his veins, the web of his mind and the sheets when the bed was ours. Some days I wish I would've listened, but finding a home in the heart of someone else taught me this-
Hearts are as fragile as the nests you build in them.
Your wings flapped too hard and created hurricanes when you lost control, and chipped away at your rib cage nest.
You picked and probed with your beak to no end, and left holes and tears in your heart home.
It's not fair that your own heart was so full to the brim with demons and doubts that you unloaded them like your belongings when you first moved in, left scattered around, left out for the mess you were.
Your fragile heart left marks upon your home and the foundations flew away like you should have when your rib cage nest and your heart home grew too small and let you fall. It took falling to learn how to fly but by then it's a little too late.
Do not make a home in the hearts of others, my mother told me.
Someday you'll have to fly away without your heart because the weight of it is too heavy from a lesson your mother tried to teach you, a lesson he taught you and a lesson you've come to preach-
Do not leave your heart in the rib cage nest of another, for it'll nest so deeply that it cannot be reached.
I tend to "nest" within others, if you will. I find people that help me or connect with me and I cling, which I've come to find is okay to an extent. Sometimes I lose myself in other people and thankfully I've regained my footing and gotten a better understanding of why I do this and how to avoid it. I watch other people do the same thing; they find someone and let everything else go. It contradicts the romantic notion that someone becomes your world, but I personally don't think that's healthy. From experience, over-committing did more damage than anything else. Letting someone else be the most important factor, to me, isn't romantic anymore. I firmly stand by the notion that things come and go, and losing yourself in committing to someone else expedites the "going" aspect. I've learned that committing is essential but the extent to which you do is crucial- don't lose you in trying to love someone else. You'll lose both in the long run.
