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I built an empire of love but this house was not a home and all you ever did was paint the walls with tears and hang pictures of wounding words i got bone-tired of renovating this place you called a home i tried turning on the fire place to warm up those crazy cold thoughts i had every single night as i heard you tear through the house smashing vases of sympathy over your knee i tried hanging a sign on the front door that invited affinity putting a name on this house as ours together forever but nothing ever worked i tried believing that i could live in this place of happiness with you but that was impossible because there was never any happiness to begin with it was all just false promises and empty hope disguised as your need to have me with you and only you and i wrote it all down to make sense of it because maybe if i saw it i would know that this was a house and not a home but all i ever did was try and rebuild everything you tore down over and over while i lived in that empty place you called a heart and finally, i knew it was never a home it was just an empty house
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
This house was never a home
I built an empire of love but this house was not a home and all you ever did was paint the walls with tears and hang pictures of wounding words i got bone-tired of renovating this place you called a home i tried turning on the fire place to warm up those crazy cold thoughts i had every single night as i heard you tear through the house smashing vases of sympathy over your knee i tried hanging a sign on the front door that invited affinity putting a name on this house as ours together forever but nothing ever worked i tried believing that i could live in this place of happiness with you but that was impossible because there was never any happiness to begin with it was all just false promises and empty hope disguised as your need to have me with you and only you and i wrote it all down to make sense of it because maybe if i saw it i would know that this was a house and not a home but all i ever did was try and rebuild everything you tore down over and over while i lived in that empty place you called a heart and finally, i knew it was never a home it was just an empty house
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 11:07 AM UTC
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