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Poetry

written by myself. based on true feelings. may be heartbreaking. for those who feel lonely. for those who are hurt. for those who loved. </3

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by edanrkskd

by edanrkskd

I read a poem that I didn't understand.
What did the poet mean?

At that moment I saw you
and everything started to make sense.

Every missing feeling of well-being.
Every feeling of safety.
Every feeling of missing something.

And then I finally understood
that you were my home.

You were my safe place where I could be myself.
I was able to show my demons without fear
and even fight them with you.

I understood what beauty was.
I understood what home was.

You.

But
I'm not your home.
And I will never be.

Your home is dedicated to someone else.

Since then, every beat of my heart has been a cry for you.
For homesickness.

Could everything have been different?
Could we have laughed arm in arm together now?

Those arms I'm homesick for.

Please hold me tight in your arms tonight,
because I don't want to miss you anymore.

I want to drown in your eyes.
I would be more than satisfied with this cause of death.

I hope to hug you in my dream.
Good night.

12:58 a.m.