Bury Me In Your Chest

You were top secret missions and pillow fort bases,

Ferris wheel rides and bright painted faces.

You were poems carved into church pews,

Broken records barely whispering the blues.

Blanket forts, blood pacts, and muddy grins,

Turning innocent children into vessels of sin.

You were cool summer evenings walking alone,

Missed calls and unread texts plaguing my phone.

You were calloused hands working my clay,

Moulding me this way, leading me astray.

Pushing my buttons and scorching my heart,

Running away and wedging us apart.

I love you because you’re home to me.

Though I never was home for you.