Those coffee eyes
That opened up every night
Those strong arms
Wrapping me around
A protective stance
Your soft tone
Those fluffy curls
People aren't supposed to be homes
But why did I feel so comfortable with you?
Why did I settle with you?
The warmth put me in a trance
Made me get used to the cold
Gradually
Unconsciously
Until I realized
Home caught me on fire
You saved me from the streets
Shelter from the world
With blankets and snacks
How nice was that?
But what my brain realized
My heart hadn't caught on
With your lullabies and compliments
And every little gift
The warmth grew inside
The frost overcame my sides
You had planned it
Perfect execution
Of a rescued little mutt
Burnt by their own home
No ashes left
But Home got permanently stained
YOU ARE READING
Quartz at Moondance
PoetryScraps of writting that weren't to be published, but still did. 「 I wasn't planning on letting the world see this particular book because it is very raw and personal, but I'd rather choose how my story gets told 」 W A R N I N G S ~ Strong languag...
