sometimes when my heart
itches too bad 
i jump in to the habitat
i learned to tame
so long ago
but every now and then
i'm outsmarted
it's good there though,
warm, tropical, secluded 
hallways full of pillows
someone to whisper
i love you
even if it's not true
those words are good 
good to hear 
anyway you live there
for an hour 
then your eyes droop 
you awake in your bed
the next time you visit though 
your limbs get a little cold
time to push it further
but the next room is different 
a little scarier and a lot hotter
you barely wake up
but you insist you have one more in you
but you don't 
but you don't 
but you won't.

This poem is about: 
My family


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