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