When I fell in love with you I thought I found home, but here I am, a year later, realizing that other people can't be your home. So I'll buy my own plywood, use my own tools, and spend as long as I need, to make sure that home is my own body, and not anybody else's.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryEverything I've ever wrote to you, for you, or about you are all in the lines pages of my note book.
