Centered

She’s messy.

The world I mean.

Where there is a room with four walls

and a roof over my head,

I am not sure that feels like home.

No.

Is that what resonates with what it feels like

to burry myself in my pillows?

It is the feeling on my skin that I like.

I attempt to turn to people to feel the safety of a home,

in the same world I find so chaotic.

Created by these creatures of habit.

I am one.

My body is the same as the rest.

And by and by

When my home, my body returns

and my energy is left to this chaos,

I will lose my home.

All her curves and feelings.

The emotions I hold so dear.

Her flaws and weaknesses

are what I will miss.

She is my home,

My body I mean.

And by and by

I will love her more.