I Don't Know

The House

I've built a house and i called it "broken",

I've abandoned that house and tried to build another one,

tried to fix it better than the former house I've built,

i wonder, could i ever build a house that I could call "my home"?

would there be a chance that i could ever survive in these swirling storms?

or maybe if i finished building this house, once again and once more, for twice i may call it "broken."

or maybe not just that,

maybe a worse name,

maybe i may call it "annihilated."

over and over again i will build houses,

i don't know, I'm not sure,

maybe of pain

or something more than that.

maybe of self-denial or of jealousy

or maybe a house of bewilderment

i am not sure about what tomorrow will bring

but I'm sure that i could never be someone to you or even something you matter

you were the subject of all these houses's drafts

the reason why it's all gon' be broken

you, who brought my heart a dagger

and you buried my soul to torture

you, the one who made me build houses

and that made me call them names of blues

—@jade

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