Black Butterflies, Sonnet 9

Don't get comfortable
Even though the bed is warm
This is not your home

Sleep on the floor
Or sleep in your car
Because this is not your home

You're not welcomed
You're not loved
Remember you're all alone

Your arms are empty
The world is cold
You're doomed to roam

Don't ask him to come
He won't want to
He'll also leave you alone

He'll always leave you alone

You'll always be alone

You'll never find a home