Home
The other night, I fell asleep on your chest
You held me there and I felt at home
And not the mushy oh sweet love home
No it was the I fit in and belong kind of home
It was a sense of comfort that you get from an old blanket
Or that of my favorite hoodie.
I found my home
When it came time to get off of your chest and rest on my own pillow, the feeling followed
I realised that it wasnt you that caused it
But that it was the fact that I was naked.
I was emotionally bare.
I had removed each wall like it was a tattered cloth stuck to wounds.
I let you see all of me.
I let you gaze over my scars and slashes
I let you clean them with your companionship and care for me
I found home.










