my home was that of one filled with love. endless possibilities and dreams of a new day
my home was that of one filled with love.
endless possibilities and dreams of a new day
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_forgetmenot_ one more chance baby gimme a kiss...
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missing you has never been more painful.

my home was that of one filled with love. endless possibilities and dreams of a new day

my home was that of one filled with love. endless possibilities and dreams of a new day my home was safe.

my home was that of one filled with love. endless possibilities and dreams of a new day my home was safe. my home was sacred.

‘I'm not gonna explode on you anymore. you can tell me anything, and I'll always be here to help if you need it’ you tell me when it seems you still understand why you were my home.

though you tell me these things i neatly pack everything into neat little rows

though you tell me these things i neatly pack everything into neat little rows over analyzing each column and every word searching for the fault in your stories

though you tell me these things i neatly pack everything into neat little rows over analyzing each column and every word searching for the fault in your stories breaking it down bit by bit to see if it matches the way you settle down at night and the gut wrenching creaks your floors make

it takes me to this wide space falling deep down in my heart that worries my home will crash on top of me.

it takes me to this wide space falling deep down in my heart that worries my home will crash on top of me. there are so many stories built atop of the love i’ve already made for us.

my worries become deeper when the hinges come loose, the ceiling fans droop, pieces of asbestos fall from the chipped paint and into my eyes

my worries become deeper when the hinges come loose, the ceiling fans droop, pieces of asbestos fall from the chipped paint and into my eyes that’s when i’m unable to see.

you pat me on the shoulder and hold me. you’ll be my eyes. telling me it’s okay. there’s nothing to worry about. you’ll fix the hinges, replace the fans, and layer a whole new painting job.

i cant see, i’m blinded, but i trust you.

the passing days i only hear how the floors creak even more, i feel suffocated in my home. my thoughts unaware panic asking myself

the passing days i only hear how the floors creak even more, i feel suffocated in my home. my thoughts unaware panic asking myself ... where i went wrong

when the home comes crumbling on top of me, i cling to you. eventually though... we have to leave. i can see again. and... you leave.

i was homeless and cold frozen in fear. not being able to miss my home. there was nothing to miss.

i was homeless and cold frozen in fear. not being able to miss my home. there was nothing to miss. i couldn’t remember.

now, to come face with your rebuilt home with another beautiful soul thats without me i’m drawn to tears as i enter.

i missed every thing, yet again. i felt safe in this home. i beg to be guided by you and to trust you with my eyes. after a split second you disappeared.

ripped my home from me. this time it stung worse.

i was plagued by the homes touch, smell, sounds, and coos. so much so, that i remembered what it was like to miss it. thus leaving me homeless once again.

...and alone. with no home to run to.

hey all! sorry this was a long one. i just couldn’t fit everything in as small as i wanted. i just got on a roll and had a lot of feelings to process. -fallen, my angel <3

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