why do we run.
why do we hide.
why did i leave homeeee?!

from the ONLY place that i ever called home.
from YOU.
after all the intruders in our beautiful abode.
the masked women who stole our furniture with the bargain cigarettes and fake designer bags.
she burned my home like arson and didn't even care.


i am stuck in a foreign city, with a new house.
a boy who doesn't like cherry chap stick or old black and white movies.
and he has cheap furniture and ugly wall paintings
and he is not a home like you. just a house baby.

why do i feel so home sick?