i wrote a poem about how people aren't homes.
and how you should never make someone your home,
yet i find it hard to listen to my own advice.
i found my home and i begged for it to give me more than a roof over my head,
and now i'm here begging for attention from anyone and everyone.
i want to feel endlessly and undoubtedly loved.
yet i feel like only you can give me
that exact thing i want most.
nobody else makes me feel at home as you do, and i've come to realize that in general- there's very few.
i feel homesick,
and i know i'm homesick for you.
YOU ARE READING
my poetry - kelsey loch
Poetrymy personal work, all written by me - i post them here so i can reflect on myself and my writing easily. writing is my greatest passion, and i hope you love my work. all feedback is appreciated!
