The Safe Place

I miss you. My chest is left without a ribcage. My heart is hanging by the last thread of who I am. My body is cold and blue, because I have given up on love. My mind is withdrawing for the drug of the safe place I thought I had. The place of hope, that if I could cope one more day, you would be there to help me breath again... What it is now, is an empty place where the memories of a dream and a vision for tomorrow, hangs in a frame upside down. The walls reveal the cracks of the paint showing that there was no love there, that you were the question and not my answer. All that I am missing is an illusion. All you were, was a forever hope of a safe place. You were never the safe place.