Never make homes out of people

when love scars itself

m sorry i tried to make a home out of you
used your bones as shelter
hid my insecurities under your skin;
my jealousy under your tongue
I’m sorry i wrote all over your skin to reassure myself that you still loved me.
I’m sorry i tried to light a fire in your heart to keep myself warm
And when you left,
i felt homesick
your words bled through my heart and cracked my ribs
nights of walking home alone trying not to throw myself into traffic.
This morning a friend called me and he noticed my voice sounded different and i told him i was smiling, because i was thinking of you.
He asked about you and i told him,
i told him you were a lesson i needed to be taught, you were adventurous, spontaneous, and i loved you.
I told him you were like that one song that you never get tired of no matter how many times you listen to it, i told him you were that great.
In the end he noticed my voice was different again and i told him it was because i wasn’t smiling anymore.
I’m sorry i tried to make a home out of you;
when you are so much more than a place to hide.�" you became my happiness and that destroyed me

Reviews

[Vishuddha]

You are very wise, oh Barefoot One, smiling because of your realizations. It's the only way to go. Smile and write a poem. Your first six lines are so well written and reveal so well what we all do.
"your words bled through my heart and cracked my ribs" Another beautiful line. You certainly have a way with words.

[xbxbzdvdsv]

This is so beautiful! i love this so much, one of my favorite poems by far.

[prince digbani]

Thanks for the share.
You wrote and shared a wonderful, powerful and interesting poem written out of experience. Great poem, keep writing