A Heart For A Home

“You made a home in my heart
before I even knew you were there.”

You picked the lock into my heart and I didn’t even know you were there until you were already inside. I wasn’t sure what to think of that. Surely I didn’t open the door. At least, not intentionally. But could I really call you an intruder? Did I really want you to pick up all the things I’d already admitted I adored about you? Did I really want you to take every piece of you and walk out that door as if you’d never entered?

I’d much rather spend whatever time we have together than send you on your way and feel the hole in my chest you’d be leaving behind.

© Sarah Doughty

So, please tell me you’ll stay.

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