You say it's my home
Home...
So I need to do
all these things
All this stuff I'm responsible for
Stuff that you say is important
But it's not important to me
Not the way I'm forced into it
I'm tired of it having to be your way
If it were a home
really a home
you and I might even
know each other
But you really don't know me
or what I'm going through
right now
I thought I cared
to express how I felt once
I don't even really care
to try
Because you don't
want to hear about it
All you want to do
is push ahead
Push forward
and what you are doing
is pushing me farther away
So fine
I will do these
important things
and then when
those things are done
and this is all situated
it will be your home
but I don't believe
it was ever truly
mine
(November 9th, 2017)
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Post Modern Mystic
PoetryPoetry fills a need of the human heart to express through the construction of artistic verse, the things that hide in its depths. This book of poetry is my attempt to reach those places and beyond. See if I do. Let me know if I reach you. This will...
