im homeless
helpless
hopeful
a broken heart in need of mending with more than just duct tape.
i miss my home
but my home does not miss me
for it let me go and now hides.
my home,
it was built on a smooth track of sand
i forgot to check for broken glass
that cut through the paper thin walls we built
whilst i was out in the garden, you, what a beautiful word
y
o
u
you were burning it.
why didn't you just let rain on it?
i miss my home.
was i ever home?
or was i the joke?
folks come take a look
i got hooked
the garden was a nonexistent place
where i stepped foot when i decided to make you,
you,
my home.
my home oh home,
if you ever decide to come back i will gladly enter
with open arms, all my clothes, shoes, just, i'll leave one thing behind.
my doubts. i'll leave them out in the ocean and for once more, you will be home.
please come back,
please.
i miss my home.
i miss you.
you.
welcome back.
and
the end
—
part of our start but not all the way.
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Poetrya peak into my poetry, im an amateur and i kinda suck at writing but here we go again. pls leave constructive criticism!! all pictures attached are my own taken on a Nikon COOLPIX B500 and an iPhone XR *TW: some are dark and talk about self h*rm an...
