home

This is my house,
It's where I live,
But it's not my home.

(I wish it was,I want you not to be my home anymore.)

my heart hurts.

My heart hurts so bad and I don't see an antidote in sight. I miss you so much. I write this as tears fall gently down my face and my chest stings. "There is not one day I don't think of you" and I sit here and wonder if you are thinking of me now, if you can feel me now. I thought you loved me. I am still confused if you did or not. If I was this thing that you wanted so much but just couldn't let yourself have or what. I feel like I am dying inside and I want to go home which is unfortunate because the only place that feels like home right now is your arms and they are nowhere in sight.

And won't be for a long time.