August 19, 2023
The way my body relaxes the moment I enter through the door,
Seven long hours spent dreaming of all the things we will explore.
Coming to the realization that my home truly is a person, not a place.
The absolute ache that my body endures the second I don't have your embrace.
Days passing in a blur as I am wrapped up in your sanctuary,
Constantly thinking about how much I don't want this to be temporary.
You are my home.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
