Home

Last night we laid in our bed and giggled about absolutely nothing. Whispering in our dimly lit room, my head pressed against you, I heard the rhythmic thumping and slow gentle rise and fall of your heart beneath your chest. You are my home. When you're gone I ache. My bones lose their structure and I feel myself turning into a goo of self pity as I mope... I have to drag my legs with me as I go. You are my stability. My pillars that help me stand tall. You are the structure that makes me.... Me.