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I once lived in a town with a bar on one end and a church opposite
The days were filled with haze and the nights lingered as the hands on the clock kept ticking
As I’d lay in bed, gazing out one of the many windows into my oversized world
One, two, three – I counted the stars
Three, four, five – I counted the cars
It was on these everlasting nights
That I counted roaring trucks and balls of gas,
that I’d spent nights by a dancing fire, erupting with laughter alongside the only pieces of my heart I hadn’t torn off myself,
that I’d spent dancing around smoke-filled rooms with one too many swigs of too-strong liquor,
that I’d that I found a home
Severed by a knife layered with accused betrayal
Planes began to carry me to places I’d never heard of
Loneliness took over and consumed my being
Madness took residence in my mind and dug a hole six-feet-deep laced with sinews and tendons, almost provoking a hole six-feet-deep to rest in a fragile black gown
“Don’t become a ghost again.” I begged my weeping wrists with many more tormented months to ensue
Somewhere between tip-toeing in at sunrise and collapsing into an exhausted coma,
among drunken words and sloppy intimacy shared with people who wouldn’t wait for the moon to fall to abandon you,
through mountains and mole-hills alongside taken-for-granted angels,
beyond bottles of easy ways out and beautiful, miracles that begged you to please stay,
I lost home.
I lost my home.