risk all to come home, i’m
nothing with you, now, you
see monsters where i stood
see war where our home stands
turn words sharp,
mangle my shape
all i was, all those years, now
nothing, rooted, your words stop me
i’ve nowhere to go without you
you say what have you become?
i say, i don’t know who i am
when you look at me that way
-
james linger the real















