You can’t make homes out of humans,
my life is not a fire to keep you warm,
my arms aren’t walls to protect you,
from your own internal storm.
My heart is not a light switch,
for you to turn on when you please,
and I can’t carry the weight of your regret,
Because I’m buckling at the knees.
My legs may not be a solid foundation,
But they aren’t yours on which to build,
And the holes in my heart can fit us both,
But you do not decide how they’re filled.
You can’t make homes out of humans,
And I won’t let you in just because you have knocked.
And if you keep using my heart as a doormat,
next time you’ll find the door locked.
– E.H. –
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…I read…''realistic self-preservation''…one who is ''drowning'' will drown one trying to help if allowed…using the very same principle…
Daniel Gaha
Beautiful xo
I like it. I like it a lot.
Woah ! That is cool
Beautiful facts!!!:-) π π
My former lover, I hate you not for your fake love,kisses,hugs, and laugh but for how you played with my heart and then broke it into pieces
The worst part is, now I have to fix my broken heart and every pieces reminds me of your fake love,laugh,hugs,kisses and your fake assurance ,"Baby,I ain't gonna leave you alone ever"
Locked, not for a while, but for ever.
Beautiful
Yes and no.
As it is, it sounds ice cold for the one being told.
But, it sounds like the one bearing the weight is being taken advantage of to the point of abuse and neglect.
nicely written and you do make a point.
“I want to see you.
Know your voice.
Recognize you when you
first come 'round the corner.
Sense your scent when I come
into a room you've just left.
Rumi <3
Thank you for sharing a Rumi poem , always so tender
This is what this woman wants to hear !
Becks Nic Congail
Love it
Good isn't it π
Beautiful! <3
Lucia