Home

I once had a home that called me love.

That home was a smile and a song.

At once my home was everything, and then slowly but surely it turned to nothing.

My home was distant and selfish and cruel, never letting me be the person it once held high on a golden pedestal.

My home became a place, a spot, and then disappeared all together.

My home is no longer home.

And I'm left to the emptiness and the cold.

That was your plan all along, was it not?

To take something so pure, so true.

And turn it into nothing...

Just like you.