they warn us to not make homes out of people.
they say it will hurt too much while the’re gone.
but what are these beating hearts good for
if not to be a place for others to belong?
my heart is a home with many rooms
with empty spaces for people to stay,
and sometimes we are lucky and find ones
who remain with us even when they are away.
i’m forever making homes out of people,
scattering bits of myself in the ones i trust.
and yes, it’s messy but trust me it’s better
than keeping them to myself collect dust.
there are parts of others you need to take care of
and parts of yourself you need to give,
and while missing people is like being homesick,
i think this is how we are meant to live.
because we all have certain people
that for some reason feel like the safety of home.
it’s true that withoutt them you might feel lonely
but at least you are not doing life alone.
Autumn 