The Tragedy of a lover’s heart

When you go away on a trip, far away from a place that has known you ever since you could crawl, you miss it. 

When you sleepover someone’s house that’s not yours and in a bed you haven’t claimed, you crave nothing but to go back to your own. 

In a city you were raised in you know everything, everyone, how could you ever live anywhere? 

Familiarity and belonging is all around you. 

I can’t say it’s that way for me. 

All the places I visit outside where I was born and raised always feel like home.

I feel more familiar with the unfamiliarity

This place has never felt like home to me, it’s never welcomed me with open arms.

I could never remember the street names I pass by every day or my neighbors who have watched me grow since I was 5.

This place I was born and raised in was never a home, but I placed I got indefinitely trapped in.

-Ophelia-Ivry