She kept losing herself
At the kiss that lingered a little too long
The hands that wandered
So pleasantly across her skin
The pull that made her feel wanted
Needed
She gave power to those who didn’t deserve it
To those who didn’t even ask for it.
She kept giving herself
For the unspoken and unintended promise
Of love
Of safety
Of comfort
A sense of home
But this house is empty
And the foundations are crumbling
She felt the floorboards shift beneath her
But couldn’t stop
Couldn’t shout loud enough
To make her ears hear the warning
She’d been in this house before
But it’d been painted a different color
Her thoughts had gone quiet
They’d been replaced with something frailer
She’d allowed herself, in the name of love,
To be hollowed out and, in her panic,
She tore at herself until she crumbled
And her remnants cried out from the dust
Save me
Save me from my foolish heart
Save me from the unbearable cold
That comes after the white hot flash
Of what I thought was home.
About the Creator
Andrea N. Brown
Always trying to live my coziest life. Fueled by coffee, long walks, stacks of books, watching the birds, and staring at trees. Writing keeps me alive.
Current inspirations: Billy Collins, Mary Oliver, Carlos Ruiz Fafon and Lily King


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