Can you be my home,
Make me whole, call me your own,
And stop me feeling so alone.
Can you put me back together,
Make me light as a feather, even when I feel weathered,
Say you'll never leave me, ever.
Can you be by my side,
Be someone to hide behind with the comfort you provide,
Tell me you know I tried.
Can you hold me a little tighter,
Make everything seem lighter, seem brighter,
Could you make me feel finer?
Can you be my headrest,
Remind me to be well dressed, make me less stressed,
Remind me I'm not dead yet.
Can you be my home,
Make me whole, call me your own,
I feel so fucking alone.
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An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
