To Anyone That Cares

To: Home

They say that your home is where your heart is so I must be homeless. I grew up learning to not care about others, because why should I take care of others when I can't even take care of myself? So I grew up with the thought that because I was selfish with my heart and locked it up so tight, that no one could get through.
There are people out there today who are the same way. They're the people who's happy hour is an all day event lasting a life time. The people who stand on corners at night hoping that, instead of finding a home, they can buy one for a night. The people with blood shot eyes and tear stained faces whom you pass everyday are the people who have no home for their heart, and so they wear it on there sleeve or leave it somewhere dirty because they couldn't give a single fuck about what happens to it anymore. The funny thing about people who have no home is that they can be dressed in a pressed suit with s tie and not a single hair out of place, but in their head it's a wasteland of broken dreams and their heart is a graveyard of lost lovers and homes they were evicted from. From the outside, you can never tell.
I am one of the people who can smile and laugh and pretend that I'm the happiest person in the world when we go out, but you'd never be able to tell that I never want to go home, because home isn't four walls and a roof, to me it was nothing. I had searched in every newspaper every week for a home for sale only to be turned away with sorry excuses.
But, in the end, everyone has a home, whether you realize it or not. You may think that you'll never have somewhere to put your heart when it's too heavy to carry, but I promise you do. You were meant to find someone to hold your heart, but maybe it's taking longer because somewhere along the way your other half got lost, but they're on their way to find you now.
Now, I know differently. Meaning that I can look back on that homeless little girl I used to be and laugh at how idiotic I was. I went through hell and back to find my home, but holy fuck was it worth it. And I'm so glad that you proved that to me Harry because without him my life would be colorless.
They say that home is where your heart is, so maybe that's why I'm always in your arms.

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Elizabeth Lynn Martin