My poems

Here.

Here, where home feels less like home.
Where empty beds and missing kisses say more than I ever could.
In times like these my only wish is to curl up and be with you.

Here, in the same spot where things began, I feel like it's all ending.
Where missing you is the worst fate possible. Worse than death.
In my mind all I hear is the drums of dread.

Is this the end? Here, now.
Could this finally be a way out?
For a long time I wished for things to be over, yet now I long for more time.
Why?

Because Here, I found love.
Here, I found hope.
Here, I found you.
You are my home.
You are here.
❤