“Home is where the heart is” right?
Sometimes a house is not a home
Mine certainly never was
But sometimes you can find a home in another person
And that absolutely terrifies me
Because it means that is where my heart is
Or at least a part of my heart is
And I don’t like the idea of relying on someone else
To make me feel safe and at home
It seems foolish to me
And way, way too dangerous to love someone and feel that my heart is with them
Because of how easily they could take advantage of that
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Amanda Olejniczak
I am a writer, poet, and proud advocate for mental health. Addtional content I create can be found on Instagram: @amanda_unfiltered or @amanda_unfiltered_poetry.
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