I thought that I would seek refuge inside your bones,
but my father warned me you cant go around making people your home
I felt it fracture and shift beneath the weight of it all
the foundation crumbled,
I watched it fall
I thought that we could rebuild something from the mess,
but each time we faltered,
left it unaltered again
but my father warned me,
he warned me oh-how
he warned me...
you cant make people your home
but I never listened
YOU ARE READING
Seasons of You
PoetryA collection of poetry written in the wake of a failed relationship. ( I have submitted many of my stronger poems for publication and cannot publish them on another forum until I receive word of rejection or acceptance, so this is very incomplete. )
