The avenues of my mind got your car tires all over them
Why are you taking residence in my mind as if it's prime real estate
I'm not your home
You don't belong here no more
I'm not your home
You can't come here no more
I remember when we were driving to your parents' house for me to meet them
It was clear that I was just passing through
I saw where you laid and made your bed
During all our video chats and phone calls
It was clear that I was not meant to stay
with you
Home is where you feel the most comfortable and relaxed
and safe
I used to feel safe with you
Because what is home if not a sheltering place?
And I thought I found a sheltering place in your heart
Turns out it was a rock
and I was blind
from the distance
A dedicated, protective space
To be shielded and sheltered from the onslaught of the world
But you were the onslaught
You treated me like a slut
A home is where you're protected from the darkness, rain, and grime
I'll erase you from my mind with time
What is home if not a recovery zone?
Where you can be who you are and collect all you own
What is home if not a healing place?
Not the place you come to be broken
And that's why I am shutting the door on you.
About the Creator
Rana
"A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity." Franz Kafka
Here you will find a lot of random stories as I learn how to write again.
Thanks for visit
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