to the boy; not the man I thought he was

 H O M E 
I stare into your eyes, into your mind,

the place I once felt peace

But I knew the moment I touched you,

we were gone before you could shut the door.

Now I ache and I urge and I cling.

I pray and I hope and I dream,

that

someday you will realize without me,

you are short of the gold.

I molded to you as the sand

stuck to your skin.

Two perfect pieces of a puzzle,

I always thought we'd win.

Until you played destruction,

and you swung with my fragile heart.

Alone with shattered pieces

and you in control of the car.

I gave you everything,

but you wanted more.

You are so far gone I doubt you would

recognize the chambers of my heart,

let alone see me as 

the girl you once called home.

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