Smoke dances around me,
clouding the room in a mystic breath,
it hangs from my lips like the veil that sits upon a bride’s jeweled head,
it flows through the air with nimble grace only to vanish into space,
ascending to the heavens where I can never reach,
it’s only lasting trace sits heavily beneath my teeth,
a sweet but acrid kiss that escapes in breathless fear,
rotting flowers fill my lungs with their dying drear,
constricting my voice with lasting vice,
till I’m choking up petals of addictive bliss.

H-O-M-E-----Home....

Home is where my soul is free. The place that my maybe's are enough.
It is the only place that I feel safe, it is the refuge from the truth.
After all of these years my bones are finally free of all of the chains that bound me.
I'm finally able to leave my doors unlocked and not be fearful. I can let my guard down.

Then the day came.

Home tells me that she doesn't love me anymore.
Home tells me that life with me is a roller coaster that she doesn't want to be on.
The home which was my safety, in now sheltering another.
Now, I can't breathe in my home and it feels like my lungs are full of smoke.
As I watch my home burning, I want to burn with it.
I don't want to run. Just let me stay.
But, the truth is that I can never go back home.