Of Matters of the Heart

Stolen

My life has been stolen from me.

I cannot count the times that I have thought this,
That I have felt this,
But deep down I know it is true.

Opportunities to grow up around people,
To have one true friend throughout childhood,
To know the names of all the kids in my class,
To remember the name and street of the house I grew up in,
Those are chances I will never have.

I will never have the opportunity to have a childhood love,
To meet someone that I've known all my life and realize they're the one for me,
Because I've no one like that.

In quintuples,
That's how we moved.
Every five years-
A new house,
A new face,
A new life.

New 'friends',
New faces,
New places.

When I look back, there's nothing I long for more than a sturdy place.
A solid foundation I can lean on and call home.
Instead of that foundation,
There is an empty hole in my heart,
And I'm being torn apart by the vastness of it.

I long for love,
I long for the touch of someone who's known me as long as I have,
Who can point out my flaws and still love me for them.

Instead, I am alone,
Longing for a past that isn't there.