I violated every rule in the relationship handbook by making a home out of you.

I crafted walls out of your embrace—
supported by the strength of your genuineness.
There was rooms full of treasured memories, like
the harmonic sound of our intertwined voices.

When you left,
I became homeless—
pushed out into the streets without an eviction notice.

I lived in the bags under of my eyes,
searching for people to steal from.
I accepted donated kisses and
wore a state of denial.

To be honest, I have not been able to feel comfortable in awhile.

Featured art: Image from the movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (2004).