ruffled & romance

i think,

the compulsion to find warmth,

safety and sense of security,

within someone's presence,

is pretty excruciating.

shouldn't it come naturally?

and if it did,

how and at what point can you call someone,

your home?

how do people become that valorous?

to metaphorize someone as,

a pair of fuzzy socks in a cold room,

a cozy fluffy blanket on rainy days,

or,

that shot of espresso analogy Mr. Garfield uses.

maybe,

this is just my trust issues talking,

or,

the inability to abrase my agony,

that some douche put me through,

that really should be settled by now. 

or perhaps,

i am my own home.

well thats just sad.