9:39 p.m.
24/8/2023, Thursday
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A Place to Call Home
You’ve made a home
for all these butterflies
In my heart.
They’ve carefully woven their cocoons in
Every nook and cranny of my soul.
And with your every word, every action
More and more of those tender butterflies
Entangle themselves
In my heart, my lungs.
Choking me, making me gasp for air.
And soon enough, they strain against
The bars of their cage, longing to be set free.
And finally, cracks appear in my bones.
A final strain, and they burst through,
Finally free.
Exploding like fireworks in front of me,
Constellations in my eyes.
And your love
Heals all the cracks
In my being and bones-
Seeping through them
And patching them together.
And now, I finally feel free
And complete under
The blissful spell of love –
For you, my dear,
Have made me whole.
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