My Hearts’ Been Sold

They say home is where the heart is

But what if my heart's been broken?

Then can I still call it a home?

Damn

Who even knows?

I sit on the pedestal of despair

Staring at the white walls

No family pictures. No memories.

No nothing.

Just limp discomfort?

Without hope of escape

If these walls could speak

I think you'd hear a moan.

Impossible to translate

Yet the meanings clear- take me home.

I can’t remember the day.

When this home hallowed itself out.

And became a gruesome hell.

It was a testimony of time.

Every ounce of color,

Faded to deep shades of grey.

He wasn't imaginary

Yet I could never quite grasp him

Perhaps that's my fault

He had the smile of a saint

Swiftness of a serpent.

I couldn't outrun him.

His rage was painfully obvious.

Scornful words tugging at my core

He was reckless, unnatural...

Heartless.

Maybe that's why he targeted me.

I was a lost lover.

Now not to say it wasn’t murder

But something about his jabs were comforting.

I remember screaming-

Nut never loud enough for him to hear.

I can't quite remember if

That red stain was blood

Or just the color of fear?

My universe was spinning

Upside down

My heart was pounding to a catchy tune.

And my home rested with rotten spirits.

The feeling is poisonous. Empty.

Sometimes they'll knock on my door

And ask… is this a home?

And it kills me to say-

You went down the wrong road.

Cause, my hearts been sold.