when i think about these last few months <br />i have to stop and breathe. <br />because all i do is cry now <br />cry for everything. <br /> <br />oh god, i wish home was there <br />where i know and love. <br />i wish i was still wondering <br />if that was all enough. <br /> <br />i wish i would've stayed <br />not coming crying home so fast <br />i miss the life i needed <br />miss the life i had. <br /> <br />and now the time has come and gone <br />its a memory put away <br />there are those things i just can't think of <br />because it hurts worse everyday <br /> <br />so just get me a ticket, <br />and i swear i'll learn to fly. <br />i have to see it all again <br />i have to stop caring why. <br /> <br />my heart is broken <br />like literally torn apart <br />i feel it in my chest <br />i should've listened from the start <br /> <br />i feel more emotional <br />than i ever did before <br />and now i'm wondering if it'll help <br />to just start walking out that door <br /> <br />how could i be so stupid <br />thinking i missed all of this <br />and now that i'm at my real home <br />i cant unclench my fists<br /><br />Desiree Whitamore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-boston-life/
