"home is where the heart is"
what if I tell you my heart still lies there?
buried beneath the memories
of the good and the bad
beneath the rubble that they caused
footprints on the bed,
in a house that was never ours
left a trail of crumbs,
never to be found again
and it never felt the same again
after that, three years in a place
that never quite felt like home
four walls and a roof, nothing more
but that trampoline still has my heart
they took it away in those three years
along with my childhood,
which was instead spent worrying
what if this home was taken from us, too?
in the end it was the safety blanket
that was ripped from atop the table
sending all the plates and the silverware
clattering to the ground in
perfect little pieces
imagine what that does to a young girl's heart
I can only tell you that it's never been the same
and that a piece of her heart was left
in what was once a home
and is now another broken piece of the mosaic
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crestfallen / a collection of poetry
PoesíaCRESTFALLEN, n. dejected; dispirited; discouraged. a collection of words containing a variety of emotions. unsent love letters, unrequited feelings and poems dedicated to moments that could never be forgotten and are now immortalised in digital typ...
