I tried to make
a home out
of you,
with what
little was left
with me;
in me.
I tried to make
you inhabitable
by painting my
words on your
walls;in your
favourite colours.
I tried to protect
you from snowstorms
and cyclones with
such success,
that I felt invincible
with you;
in you.
And one day,
I came home,
I came to you,
and found
the heart has been
ambushed,
with the writings
on the wall.
I should have
known better,
than to try and
make anything
out of you;
let alone my home.