LavaLush
Wellknown Ace
I keep returning to a door
that never fully opens.
Sometimes the light inside feels warm,
enough to make me forget
how often I'm left standing outside .
I sit there knowing
I am not the destination -
just a pause ,
a place to rest when the road feels empty.
Everytime I turn away,
the wind pulls at my sleeve ,
not to hold me -
just to make sure I don't leave easily .
This isn't a confusion.
It's a heart arguing with its own worth.
Some attachments r not love ,
they r habits .
And habits r the hardest to leave
when they almost feel lyk .. Home.
(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
that never fully opens.
Sometimes the light inside feels warm,
enough to make me forget
how often I'm left standing outside .
I sit there knowing
I am not the destination -
just a pause ,
a place to rest when the road feels empty.
Everytime I turn away,
the wind pulls at my sleeve ,
not to hold me -
just to make sure I don't leave easily .
This isn't a confusion.
It's a heart arguing with its own worth.
Some attachments r not love ,
they r habits .
And habits r the hardest to leave
when they almost feel lyk .. Home.
(◍•ᴗ•◍)❤
