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May 16, 2019 in Poetry

I have an awful habit of making homes out of people

I know why I do it

You never forget the people who let you sleep on their couches

I have spent a collected amount of two years sleeping in other people's houses

I did not consider myself homeless at the time

The truth is I have never had a home

I have never had a spot that I considered a safe place to rest my head at night

My parents taught me to love while they fed me hate

They helped me create a demon that feeds on my self loathing and sleep deprivation

Don't get me wrong I am the maker of my own mistakes

The headaches are created in my own head

My brain is the reason why I have an emotional hangover

They fed me hate but I choose to eat it

Some of the things that they have said would make any kid want to commit suicide

I have only wanted them to be proud of me

But my parents will never be proud of a poet

My parents are not the reason for the many times I have attempted suicide.

This is my mind, my responsibility

My brain is also very lazy

I live in the head of a procrastinator

So maybe I'll just kill myself tomorrow

I am not actively trying to die, but I sure as hell am not trying to live anymore

But I’ll always pursue my education

Maybe not in the traditional school setting

He found me in a form of fictions

He taught me the taste of flesh and freedom

I am a bohemian who will never have a home

But I have my future fiance to hold

He provides me with more safety then a police station

I will never be homeless again

I will never go unloved

I will never be unwanted

Because I have found my home

I have made a house out of him

He teaches me love

He feeds my passions

I am his poet

Maybe I'll never have any publications

Maybe I'll never figure out how to make a profession out of poetry,

But he loves me in all the ways I was never taught

He fills me with more serendipity than childhood nostalgia

He is my honey

He is my home

(Cover Photo by Dillon Weickum)

 
 
 
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Jesc Gallegos is a self proclaimed poet & professional teenager. You will never see her without some sort of journal. She is a young girl just trying to figure out the art of poetry & how to to stay alive.

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