My home isn't warm
It doesn't smell of
Fresh baked cookies
As you walk in the door
It's hostile
Tense
And smells of
Regret
I'm not mad that
We're not normal
Like other families
I'm sad that
He said we were
Dysfunctional
When it's all his goddamn fault
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Poetry1:48 am "And with every drop of rain that hits the earth, I can hear your soulful voice echoing through my mind. Calm whispers of the wind, crashing along the sea, calming my every nerve. You are the air in my lungs and the words I speak. You are my...
