Come Home

   

 Come home so we can cry.

I am lost in the image of my before.

So desperately, I am seeking your arms,

I want to tell you the words I never mentioned.

Come because I am torn, totally undone. 

Come home so I can tell you about the 

memories of my vulnerability and the days

I never had a win. 

Come because there is a broken part of me, regardless of how I try, it can’t be fixed. 

Come because there are thousands of 

words in my head. 

Come because I don’t believe in reality. 

It’s been 1084 days of thinking I am free. 

Come because I desire to cry in your arms.

Come home because time hasn’t healed me. I am still grieving and my wounds are 

still bleeding. 

  Come home to me~ Olu.