HOME =/= HEART.
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HOME =/= HEART.

they say,

home is where the heart is,

but you took my heart,

and left me a shelter,

of boards and beams.

you left me alone.

you left me broken.

just last night, i looked up at the stars,

and i knew, some 9 or 10 miles away,

you could be looking at the same stars.

and the fact that maybe,

just maybe,

we could still share something,

something that beautiful again,

made me cry.

because god, i love you

but you make me so fucking sad.

i thought you were better than this.

but you’re just like everyone else.

you turned into everything you said you wouldn’t be.

not a single day passes without me thinking of you,

and god,

i miss you so much.

it’s not that i want to:

every night i desperately pray that by some miracle i’ll wake up happy and without the sour taste of your name in my mouth

but here i am at 2am cursing it like it’s the only goddamn word i know.

and when i wake up 4am with tears staining my cheeks i wish i could talk to you like i used to be able to,

but then i remember,

i don’t want to wake up at all because of you.

it’s 3am now and you’re still in my head.

please.

stop poisoning my brain.

because of you, i don’t sleep,

and i’m always tired, but never of you.

...do you still think of me?

i know you probably don’t.

you’ve moved on,

to someone prettier,

someone who will give you what you want.

you crave stimulation,

and once that constant stimulation stops,

you’re done.

news flash:

I LOVE YOU DOESN’T MEAN A FUCKING THING IF YOU SPIT IT DOWN THE THROAT OF EVERY GIRL WHO MAKES YOU FEEL LESS DEAD.

i just think it’s funny,

i only heard the music when my heart started to break.

i was happy before you.

now i’m sobbing at 3am,

cutting open my thighs and hoping,

if i ever manage to fall asleep,

that i won’t wake up.

because when you packed up your love and started moving out,

you packed my happiness,

my positivity,

and my will to live,

in the same damn box.

and left with it.

they say home is where the heart is.

you left me,

you took my heart,

you took my home.

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