i'm not giving one
look at this mess
the fleeting good
feeling of finishing
something arduous
suddenly deserted
me
i'm left
with the same
insecurities
the same disease
eroding my
patience
condoning
my heart's
homocide
i've gotten so stuck
on being the one
you come home to
i don't know
where home even is
i don't know
i don't know
i don't know
look at this mess
the fleeting good
feeling of finishing
something arduous
suddenly deserted
me
i'm left
with the same
insecurities
the same disease
eroding my
patience
condoning
my heart's
homocide
i've gotten so stuck
on being the one
you come home to
i don't know
where home even is
i don't know
i don't know
i don't know
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