you are home,
but i haven't seen you.
I am no longer your home.
and,
you are no longer mine.

Want me.
Want me in ways that make it hard to speak
Want me in ways that prevent functional sleep.
Want in ways that make you afraid.
Want me in ways, that want me to stay.
Want me.

I look for you in everyone
I have yet to find the curve of your lips
and the angles of your jawline
but some days,
I find the way you walked
or the way you gazed in solemn thought

All I hear in your voice
is an echo of your true self bouncing
within this new hardened mask you call your face.
You call me just to say you are keeping your  distance,
you seem to be convincing yourself as the static thickens.
You want to know more of me,
but the truth would hurt you
even though you were the one who left me begging at the airport.
I can't tell you I have felt the very lips you dreaded for so long
I can't tell you that I've stopped thinking about you
every night I fall asleep,
because I fall asleep in his arms.

You tell me a well rehearsed stock answer, when I ask if you love me

You can't even use the word love, to say you don't have any.

Please don't call me anymore, I don't need your selfish thirst for my soul,

   when you can't even make me a cup of tea.