Home is Him is Home

They told me that home was a place

that made the hairs on your neck

finally rest.

A place where the chills were replaced with warm

and love.

But these walls do not protect me,

remind you-

the roof is caving in; got to attend to.

Ain't no safe haven,

ain't no sanctuary left for me,

besides that boy right there with two gold eyes

and a heartbeat.

This poem is about: 
Me

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