i was thinking, maybe when you met me, you already found out that i am capable of building a home with you. i guess you thought i am a place no one have lived before which is highly wrong.
right after hearing the solitude in me, did your adrenaline rushed screaming that i am a good place to inhabit? because you did. like a bird making her nest, you made a home in me. you brought strong bricks for our walls but not strong enough to stay still after a storm surge, comfortable couch that sabotaged itself, beautiful tiles i always envy for feeling your steps when you left, and cold breeze consuming your warmth.
i am tired of being someone's home when i am born to be my own castle (shut up, i do not need a king) or be my own haunted mansion (dark, alone, beautiful, fearing). questioning myself, i thought i can never be enough for someone when the truth is, i am more than enough; they just can't handle me. guys are such blinds nowadays.
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LOVER
PoetryHi. This is a complication of poetries; proses and poems, solely for my lover. I'm madly in love with someone and here, I'll express how mad I am yet while constructing this, we ended up ending each other's strings. I am going to separate this in th...
