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She Was Home to Me
she was everything to me
her wild scent, her unbrushed hair
the things that defined her
stood firm and steady
a house that’s built on rock
will never crumble
that smile stuck with me
even when boxes were heavy
and unpacking was a chore
she carried me
and kept my treasures buried
i’d find them when I was ready
every brick of her screamed beauty
and I was safe in her arms
when she left me
her hand was waving
and it shook my house suddenly
like a giant earthquake
frames and paintings falling
memories shattered on the floor
and for the first time
i felt alone, unsteady
searching for my sanity
were those things she’d hid from me
and I was ready
to accept her abandonment
to live a life between four walls
that no longer meant anything
her wild scent, her unbrushed hair
the things that defined her
stood firm and steady
a house that’s built on rock
will never crumble
that smile stuck with me
even when boxes were heavy
and unpacking was a chore
she carried me
and kept my treasures buried
i’d find them when I was ready
every brick of her screamed beauty
and I was safe in her arms
when she left me
her hand was waving
and it shook my house suddenly
like a giant earthquake
frames and paintings falling
memories shattered on the floor
and for the first time
i felt alone, unsteady
searching for my sanity
were those things she’d hid from me
and I was ready
to accept her abandonment
to live a life between four walls
that no longer meant anything
Published 8th May 2019
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8th May 2019 8:18pm
A house can be destroyed by nature and humans alike - but a home will always remain in the heart.
A very emotionally exposing post, FairyPerson. Moving.
A very emotionally exposing post, FairyPerson. Moving.
15th May 2019 6:23pm
