A home isn’t always a place, is it?
We built our own
Two bodies
Mended and melted as one
A blacksmith’s work
Completed by two amateurs
Temporary tears through my flesh
An empty canvas
Now eternally scarred with impermanence
Seeking answers to never come
To prove the impossible
To avoid the inevitable
A detective’s work
Completed by an amateur
Split together
Growing apart
Even my scars fade to nothing
And my holes fill with dust and dirt
My body resisting
It's very temptation
To heal
Self-destruct
And cycle back around.
Hungry for lust
Inexorable touch
I misplaced my ace of hearts
Thinking I could build a house of cards
But it looks like they played me.