The floor is cluttered like my mind.
With pieces of who I was a week ago.
I'm making up for lost time
Of all these years without him in my life.
People come and go all the time,
And I expected him to do the same.
Birds fly south for the winter,
And the weather will always change.
But flowers sprouted from my ribcage
When he touched my mangled body.
One love, two hearts.
I can tell we'll never be apart.
When I look into the sky
I see countless versions of his eyes.
Even if it might be wrong.
I know with him I feel at home.