It was a question I had worn on my lips for days - like a loose thread on my favorite sweater I couldn't resist pulling - despite knowing it could all unravel around me. "Do you love me?" I asked. In your hesitation, I found my answer.
You can't make homes out of humans, my life's not a fire to keep you warm. I won't let you in just because you have knocked. If you keep using my heart as your doormat, the next time you'll find that it is locked.
Compelling poem of heartbreak. "You are the boy who wander into hearts without knowing or wiping your feet.-I am the girl who says goodbye but never really lets go.-We are the aimless, the hopeless, the broken, the lost.