They say home is where the heart is, and I always wanted my heart to be resting with yours gently beating against your ribcage. My heart was always with you, but you held it till it got too heavy, so you let go and cracked it over and over, and I held yours like a mother cradles her newborn child, but as you claim for a speck in time you loved me. You loved me, you loved me, you loved me, but love isn’t leaving like nothing had been there before. They say home is where the heart is, but as I recall home is dreary for every living being. You live your life in a house made of soft kisses, bruised legs, and intertwined fingers, but eventually you will break free and move from the place you know so well, but you’ll never forget your house made of kisses, because its the house which you grew up in. I wish home was where my heart was, but when you left, you pressed your taste into the cracks of my lips one last time, and reached inside my chest and ripped your heart from me. I gave you claw marks from keeping my grip on you, I held on too tight the day you walked out that door, but you still left me crying on my bedroom floor blacking out from tears.
I wish i had the courage to ask you for my heart back, but I still feel as though it belongs to you."