17 March 2013

Alone is Always Reliable

Home. 
It was home. 
Your arms, my head on your chest. 
Was home for me. 
Safety, security, joy. 
But not now. 
Not anymore. 
Never again. 
Find safety somewhere else.
I will. 
Someday. 
But not now. 
Not soon. 
Tired. 
I'm tired. 
Of putting trust in others. 
Thinking I'll be enough. 
For them. 
For now. 
But not now. 
Not anymore. 
Maybe never. 
Find a new home. 
My home. 
Home. 
Home. 

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