It's not that i need you. No. The idea of hanging my own happiness on any living is unbearable. Ridiculously, people keep finding home in person. How absurd they are! Once they left, like all the good things in your life, you're homeless. You own nothing but your fractured heart.

You will never be my home. I would never crawl back to you. Still, what makes you such an unique piece of art that will always imprint clearly on my consciousness is that you never need me too, is that you know my heart will never be your home, yet you still hold me in your arms so gently. A beauteous creature you are. I would let you stab me restlessly and love you the same.