I want to go home.

“Please, I want to go home.

Though I don’t understand how exactly a person can be home to me when I’ve  lived in so many cities.

Though I don’t understand how exactly people who have the same potential of destroying things same as me can be the one I feel safe with.

And I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were my home at the time.

And I don’t understand whether it’s addiction or comfort.

But please, take me home.”

-musings of a lost heart//

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