I don't feel at home, at home.
Neither do I feel at home wrapped up in you or
Her or him.
I do fathom that 'home' should put your anxieties at ease,
But that is the contrary of what you are doing to me,
It shouldn't leave a trail of acrid tangs,
It shouldn't peel my flesh like a pair of searing fangs,
I do not desire to stamp you as a mole,
But just simply know that glued next to you I am not whole,
I try to be versatile but it is too difficult,
To feel to okay, loved and full
While staring into your beady, censorious eyes
Your claws pierce into my sides,
And I relentlessly cry,
Like a damsel in distress
I sigh.
No, I do not need another foul hand to haul me up,
No, I do not need another phony shoulder to scrunch,
No, I do not need your obnoxious heart,
You do not realize what you've come to start,
Destruction of such security and tranquility,
Home.
Oh how I crave your presence once more...
Home.
Oh how I need you to engulf me so tight, I'll feel your bones...
Home.
Oh how I wish to be whole...
Home.
Where are you?
Who
Are you?
