you can’t make homes out of people.
I broke down my fence,
when you came into my life,
in hopes you wont see me as broken.
All I wanted was to start fresh at least,
I was left hoping.
All you could see,
was the old me,
something that needed to be fixed.
I just wanted a home to call my own.
something that was worth the risk.
You built something with someone else
and thought i could replace
that empty space on the shelf.
I am not the one to be moulded.
Without knowing your eyes became my windows,
your mouth, my door.
Your hand on my heart,
to hold it.
Where once was my fence,
became your arms.
So tired and so sore.
The less I tried.
The more you died.
I knew what was to become.
I couldnt stand another breaking down,
of a house that barely begun.
Instead of watching me erode
and all that we have done,
the least I could do,
was to pull the gun for you.
Never look back.
And.
Just.
Run.
You cant make homes out of people.
Among other things,
time has become between us.
You have your beautiful, strong home to call your own
and left me with your dust.
Don’t get me wrong I’m still on the run,
taking breaths at each stop.
Whenever i cease
and take a chance to breathe,
I forget the floor is where i drop.
Because I don’t have your fence anymore.
I have no support. No security.
Unable to see and understand clearly,
my eyes just wont make do.
Because there once was a time,
where I only saw the truth,
when I used to see through you.
I don’t bother anymore to try the door,
it will always stays shut.
Returned to my place.
An empty, broken space.
Where once you used to,
hold my heart.
All along I realised I was wrong,
You can make homes out of people.
But for some reason,
I can’t understand.
Why I breakdown my homes,
more than I’ve planned.
As if it is to be my sequel.
I cant make homes out of people.
-d.solate, home is wherever you are.
”
- emptyspace-thestars, “Home Is Wherever You Are”
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