latenightcornerstore:This isn’t home like you’d imaginedI guess slanted floors don’t really...

latenightcornerstore:

This isn’t home like you’d imagined
I guess slanted floors don’t really measure up
To a window with a view of the city
That this cracked apartment is nothing like
The swollen couch cushions
And scented candles
You’d thought up for yourself.
No,
This is slap-shod construction and hurried hearts.
This?
This is a wounded confessional and kisses in the dark
Not nearly so cozy
Not nearly so warm.
I am not your southern plantation home.
I am not your New York loft apartment.
I am not what you asked for
But I am shaking all the way from my rafters to my floor-boards.
I gave you everything I have.

— I’m Not the Home You Wanted , by Ashe Vernon