tried to build a home
out of your broken parts
and cried
when it collapsed
because you weren’t there
to hold me.
i guess people
aren’t refuges
and broken parts
do not hold up
in the wind.
i have never stopped
looking
for where I belong.
amidst the rubble
and flames
i know now
it is not in you.
i will miss
drowning my darkness
in your arms
losing my mind
to your touch
but you cannot
be mine
because nothing
can belong to me
when i am not.
my aching heart
wants a place
to belong.
where is home?
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (3)
Gorgeous poem
It is not in you. Whew, I felt that in my heart
Because nothing can belong to me. That hit me so hard. Such an emotional poem!