After

You say

"People find their way back home."

But did we just find our way back

HOME,

Or were we just too scared of getting out

Of our comfort zone?

So we

Fell in love all over again

(Claiming we never actually

Fell out of it, or did we)

And went back to

Hang on the vague thread of

Thoughts that never make it to each other

Rather weave a home of insecurities

Beneath out chests,

A home with a board that says

"UNDER CONSTRUCTION" always.

"But love is being comfortable"

You would say

Well, maybe it is

But love is definetly not

Going back to your comfort zone,

It is toxicity, low-key toxicity

And we have done everything

Haven't we?

To not call it toxic

But deep down we both know

That it is,

Sealing our lips with each other's

Burning kisses

Because we don't want to

Get out of this comfort zone,

This home, this love that is more of

Toxic affection.