She Was My Home

When I'm with her my heart doesn't skip a beat.  
It completely stops.  
Almost like it's stuck in the moment with me.  
When I look into her eyes, I see something so beautiful I can't even comprehend it.  
Those eyes are like telescopes.  
Every sparkle I see in them is like the stars to me.  
It's been so long since I've seen the stars.  
Her touch has the warmth of the sun.  
She held the brightness of the sun, but covered it with gray clouds.  
I still felt her sunshine, no matter how stormy she'd appear to be.  
But I've been so ice cold lately.  
I miss the sunshine.  
My sun has left my orbit.  
The way she sunburned my cheeks when she made my blood rush to my face.  
A chilling burn I'll never forget no matter how hard I try.  
She was the embodiment of home.  
She was fragile like glass; she was a glowing glass house.  
A glass house I wanted to grow in.  
Just to look through the glass.  
Experience the beauty of the flowers growing or leaves falling with my home.  
I just want to go back home.  
 Her transparency is what took my locked door off the hinges.  
I let her in because she had what was right to enter.  
I just didn't expect her to leave.  
I may have locked her out for awhile.  
But I couldn't lock her in...  
I couldn't be her home like she was mine.  
She was expecting a house of glass, but she found a house with no windows..  
She couldn't handle the empty, dark home.  
I'm desperately making renovations and redecorating..  
So hopefully.. she'll move back in.