Hometown Blues

There are days I look at you and it's as if I no longer know who you are, I'm filled with anger and resentment, everything you provide is tainted, memories meaningless, animosity boils inside me, calculating heinous acts of violence, in hopes of maliciously destroying your name.

I used to embrace you.

I used to defend you.

I used to be patient with you.

I used to trust you.

I used to get into trouble with you.

I used to love you.

Your title still causes my emotions to run wild like a stallion rummaging through the wide open plains, elation coursing through my veins, you fostered my confidence, nourished my strength, cultivated my conscience,and are partly responsible for the man I am today.

You were fun.

You were adventurous.

You were arousing.

You were enchanting.

You were home.

I was an addict. Obsessed with what you had to offer, you enabled my logic, lured me to stay with sexual encounters, protecting me from responsibility by providing me a vast landscape to experiment, encouraging risky behavior with no repercussions, I was an immortal God with everlasting excess.

So why did we have to part ways?

Because it was time for me to grow.

You breed narrow-minded thinking, fear change, in turn cultivate a perpetual state of anxiety whenever I'm in your presence, I've matured, while you continue to digress, I need independence to explore, you need isolation from the world.

One day, I'll forget this grudge and speak of you with grace, if it's any consolation, you'll permanently have a piece of my broken heart.