3 Years

3 years ago I spent today crying in a closet. Today I sit on a curb outside of a friend’s house, years trickle down my cheek in a single tear drop. 3 years ago I was in a strange apartment in a big city that I will never call home. Today I’m at a friends house, in a strange city, with people who are home. 3 years ago I didn’t have friends. Or a home. Just an aching heart. That poor little heart holds so many cracks tonight. So strong, yet so broken. So scared to love, too scared to be alone.