Everything caved in and in the middle I stood, I watched as they all left before the walls fell and still I stayed. My mother always warned me about breathing too loudly in houses made of cards, I watched every time they fought, at how the walls would shake but it was never enough to make me leave, never enough to crumble the foundation. Maybe that's why it's called a house of cards, even when I saw it falling I didn't realize it could never be my home.
- always a house never a home
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Broken Time
PoetryA collection of poetry I have written during the lowest and highest points of my life.
