i was your house, your home
i sheltered you from the storms and cold;after each rough day, each fight against the world,
through the broken mirrors and stepped-on cigarettes;
scattered picture frames and dusty shelves,at the end of the day, you came to me
and put on some music
sitting in your favorite chairi was your home;
you needed me,
and what was a house without someone to shelter?but you were too busy
chasing the stars
with your head in the highest cloudsarms outstretched
for a dream
miles from me and
the rest of the worldto notice
how i was crumbling
this is trash af but i just feel like writing
