Poetry I'll Never Let Anyone Read

Mess

In your path of destruction

You left me like a unloved home,

Grabbing everything you could

In your hasty departure.

But even though you're gone

I still find myself here,

Picking up the pieces you broke.

And no matter how much

I clean and reorganize

Or paint over my scars

I can't fix the damages you left.

I can't seem to leave either,

Because a tiny voice inside

Hopes you'll come back home to me.