#emotionalhomes
i’m yours.
that’s the saddest part—
belonging without being chosen.
i look for comfort
where the hurt was born,
like returning to a house
that no longer knows my name.
you were my home.
now i knock,
and wait,
and wonder when love
started needing permission.
i don’t ask for love anymore.
i ask for space
that doesn’t feel like abandonment.
still, i stay—
not because it’s safe,
but because leaving hurts
in a way i already understand.
Dec 14, 2025
Dec 14, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC