it’s time to come home…

that person whose broken pieces fit into your broken pieces isn’t the one

that person whose
broken pieces fit into
your broken pieces isn’t the one

they may keep the bed warm,
but they’re keeping you from whole…
just pretending that being broken
feels like home

and you can only romanticize bad
habits for so long,
before the ache to yourself
calls you home

– butterflies rising

that person whose broken pieces fit into your broken pieces isn’t the one