Footsteps, slow me down, as I turn to walk away from the place I once called home. Reminiscing the comfort of your voice, one last time, before I close this door behind me, for good. Your words always dragging with the lies that you casted over me, offered no condolences for the time that I wasted daydreaming. Your body, forever, chained to your mind's prison, kept you hidden from your own vulnerability. Time and time again, vows were made, only to be swept into history.
Sick of this endless carrousel, I sat down, with the story of us. I ripped out every line and paper I could find until it was all undone.
Now, I've left with nothing except for my bag full of bitter sweet memories. I leave behind all for you to build upon so you can have a place called home.
