It\'s said that \'home is where the heart Is
But-
Mine is stiff in my chest
You-
Say I bring you balance
Yet-
You keep me in a limbo.
You\'re never here.
Nor there.
Where are You?
We play tug-of-war
I-
Try to pull you back
But-
You\'ve tied your end to a tree
With roots so deep,
My small hands can\'t compete.
Yet-
I hold too tight
I have rope burns on my hands
I-
Tend to the wounds
But-
My aloe leaves are running dry
And-
You never let up.
You\'re like a beach full of shells,
The thought of you is so pretty
But you make the bottoms of my feet
So bloody.
I tip-toe to the shallows
I hope
To be
Washed away when high tide comes.