What You Aren’t
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read

You are not the embedded roots,
Why every time the winds blew strong I had to search for you on the other side of the pond.
You are not my day and night,
After so many years and I still can’t figure out when the fuck it is that you’d come and go.
You are not the sun kissing my skin,
My skin is pale and I reek of the smell of lighter fluid and scorched senses from every time you erupt.
You are not the light touch that I miss,
All I feel is the weight of the rubble you’ve buried me under.
You are not my home,
Cause home is where the heart is and it seems you’ve done away with mine and let yours turn black.
— unworthy // what you could have been
