it's gone.

how many times will it take me
this gut-wrench of despair?
tell me how can i stop me from breaking?
pulled by the heels once again

i'm scared that i might speak the wrong words,
saying 'home' when i mean 'fear'.
i have found everything that i need here,
now i'm pulled away again.
i don't [bad word] need this.

tracing these well worn steps away
from the places i feel safe,
from the people that i love,
and holding back the welling over
from cloudy day to rain,
is the hardest thing to do.

but i know we'll dance these steps again.