These walls were made of air, but I swear two months ago they were solid brick. I longed for this forever and I dug you so deep inside of my chest I didn’t notice when you crawled out. The hole I dug was just your size and now I have to pretend anyone else comes close to filling that hole, but they don’t even come close because they don’t fill me up like you did. Like you still do You were my home I never had and I got so comfortable I forgot to let you leave peacefully. I kept bringing you back to the now graveyard and trying to rebury your bones but I was just rebirthing demons who ripped at my ribs while escaping yet again. I couldn’t force you to stay when you never even wanted to. You will always be my hiraeth, my home that never was.
Homesick












