Howls that fake
words without
words.
Lands that waste
space, waste
sight.
Winds that tear
homes; dry
tears.
.These things are where i find my home
,Not in reality, for i do not go there
but in my mind. Your absence
does not make my heart
grow fonder. it just
.makes it hurt
...Please
.come home
Creaks that chill
blood; stop
hearts.
Men that grow
tall yet
cower.
Life that slows
then stops
sharp.
Don’t
.make it hurt
I promise, i’ve grown
fonder for being alone; very
comfortable. It makes me distinctly
.uncomfortable, knowing that I’m still fine
I don’t know how I’ll feel when i see you. It really
.scares me
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