But what does one do when they have no home.
Ohh no I don't mean those boring sullen walls of cement.
No I mean the warm hearty embrace by one..
Something to crave when u know your meant to be alone for eternity.
Oh no it isn't people it is me the cursed one the one who runs away the moment someone shows a hint of closeness.
Running for the hills as soon as the hint of warmth forms in their eyes fearing that maybe just maybe I'll get too cozy and I'll hurt myself again by trusting by wanting a home again ...
So no its not you who is not right it's me.
Who runs from your warm and welcoming embraces for I fear the pain that may follow your essence.
