I built a home in you without knowing that I wouldn't have a garden with some flowers, a swing and grass, but only withered trees.
Without knowing that the windows would always be kept open to let the cold in and at night there would be no blankets or cuddles or sleep.
I built a home in you without knowing that the walls would not be strong enough to keep me safe and that I would be the only one staying there because you'd find yourself another place.
I built a home in you without knowing that it could not carry every part of me, without knowing that I was too much for it or maybe it was too little for me.
I built a home in you without knowing that homes are created with people and not within them and that coming home to you would leave me empty inside because that is why even after building home within you I felt like I have no home in which to live.
@TheLoneWolf
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem