Home
you smell like home.
i didn’t realize the phrase “home is where the heart is” until i met you.
anywhere you are, any place you’ll be.
my heart follows you.
i’ve never yearned to be home so badly before,
but when i’m apart from you.
you’re all i can think about.
i miss your sweet smell of home.
i wrote the words of home and placed you in with it without knowing what home truly meant.
my nose was clogged by the smell of lust and confused you with home.
i didn’t realize that till after i smelled the same detergent that you used, on someone else.
i yearned for you, because i confided in you to be someone i’d feel safe and secure.
but i let a strangers in.
i do not know you, and you showed me the parts only you wanted me to see.
you filled my ears up with soft lullaby lies.
pretended that you were my home,
and i realized too late that i already had a home in myself.
all you did was barge in without knocking.
invaded my safe place.
trashed it all up, took whatever you could, and then left.
oh, i’m glad you left, but please give me back the things you took.
i don’t regret you though, you were a lesson to teach me not to take other peoples ****.
no matter how much you hurt me, i wanted us to work.
my eyes were blinded covered by glass.
i saw all the red flags and chose to ignore the doorbell ringing.
oh how it ***** to be me.
*the second part was a splurge in the moment type of poem so if it sounds bad, sorry ):*
