Home?

How can I leave?

I carry with me the pride of my homes.

I embellish my skin with the fallen leaves

Of the tree I danced upon

When there was no need for anything else.

My laugh mingles with the waft of sweet warmth

And sprinkled smiles of all I’ve ever known.

I paint my eyes with the beautiful stoicism of the stone sky

In which I bask in.

For even such a dreary world above,

It is a world worth getting lost in.

I feel the sweet carols of those that

Belong.

Beneath my very being is the home I didn’t know I desired.

I rip with great force a piece of my beating heart

And leave it to dry and drown in the glorious heat.

For i know my love will watch over it

And wear it upon his sleeve

As he would his own,

Counting the moons until which he will hold

With delicate grace

The warmth and rhythm of my chest,

Presenting my heart to me as if he had found

The most wonderful treasure in the great expanse of the unknown.

And now i feel i must steal it from him

And return only a third of what he was given.

How can I leave?

11/23/22

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