A little piece of me

It feels like I can finally rest my head on something real

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If my life was a room,
you would have
stumbled
into it.
Unexpectedly,
clumsily,
accidentally.

If my life was a room,
you would have
broken down
my walls.
Slowly.
Brick
by brick.

If my life was a room,
you would have
wreaked havoc
upon it.
Rearranged everything,
leaving nothing
as it was before.

If my life was a room,
you would have
ran out of it
after the damage
was done.
Items stolen, things broken.
A hit and run.

If my life was a room,
you would have
forgotten about
the impact
you made on it
the moment you saw one
with a prettier owner.

If my life was a room,
I wish that you
could have made yourself
comfortable in it,
or at least
kept the lights on
after you left.

If my life was a room,
I should have
asked you
to close the door
behind you
when you first
came in.

If my life was a room,
I would have
wanted you
to be
a
permanent
resident.

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'And now I'm looking at you,' he said, 'and you're asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before—bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it—but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.
Jace, City of Glass (via lookingfor-a-handtohold)