Saturday, October 17, 2015

Home is where the hunt is

You dont say it
Not in so many words
But through how you look at me
Through your half hearted smile
Through your body language
You might as well scream it to my ears

That I am the source
The constant source of disappointment
The living prove of your failure
You wish you could just turn or run away from

People say distance makes the heart grows fonder
But why dont they talk about how hearts might only be fond when they are apart
Not when they are together?

What do you do when the place you seek refuge is also the place your heart found menace?
So where do you run to?

I know, I am aware
 I am at fault
So guide me
Dont hate me

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