the lost princess👑

I write poetry because I want to know why I breathe, because I want to know why I sleep, because I want to know why I dream, because I want to know why I love, because I want to know why I live, because I want to know why I exist.

and kids, please remember

I’m laying in my bed, in my house and all I want to do is go home

I wonder if my parents see the pain in my eyes and choose to ignore it

When you picture a home, you picture a building with walls and doors and windows. Growing up thats all we were taught. No one told us that a home could have a heartbeat and piercing eyes that shift colour when the light hits them. No one told us that their smile could brighten up an entire room that makes people stop and stare. No one told us that their touch is softer than any blanket you wrap around yourself, that their touch ignites a spark that turns into a flame and engulfs you in warmth. No one told us that their arms can protect you better than any door, than any lock. No one told us that a home can be a person, and that loving them is like leaving your front door wide open; allowing everything in. You feel safe and secure. You feel loved. But they fail to tell you that a home can burn down, and burn you with it. That the walls can crack and the roof can collapse, and then you’re left in the middle of the debris; alone and scared and hurt. See no one told us that was a risk. No one told us that you’re left more vulnerable than you were with your door wide open. But they do tell you that everything has risks, that anything can be rebuilt. They tell you that taking chances can lead up to the greatest adventures of your life. They never told me you’d be my home, but they told me to take the chance. And that’s what I’m doing.

Do me a favor okay? Stop trying to go back to who you were before. Before you were raped, before you got sick before an eating disorder took over your life. stop trying to be who you were five, ten, twenty years ago. Before the mental illness took over, before he died, back before your parents split or you lost your best friend.

You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul, but cracks to put their love into, is the most calming thing in this world.