So, there I was
Caught in your moments
The way your hair swooped to the side by itself
A natural perfection

At work we'd find time for cigarettes
And I would find more reasons to write poetry
In every contortion of your eyes
I day dream about our moments in third person

So, there I was
Struck through the chest with a hot iron arrow
Torn, once again, at a crossroads
Holding my composure so you couldn't catch on

So, there I was
Tucked between the spot where your shoulder and neck meets
Stowed away in your heart when you spoke of art
There I was, all along

I didn’t understand the lilac girl you spoke of until I met her
Love wasn’t real, but a fun idea
Like playing house when you’re young

I didn’t understand how a moment could be complete bliss and yet so morose
Until I noticed her understanding of me

But we both had our own worlds.
And so I guess love is still just that,
A fun idea

As it turns out, juxtaposition is the most powerful word
The sound of the word holds it all
The meaning of the word does the same
And in itself can describe our ways

When I say "our" I mean us. Humans.
Human emotion is profound
It's loud
It's soft
Juxtaposition
It's harsh
It's calming
Juxtaposition
It's all at once

The reason I bring up the word we've discussed
I hear it in music the most
An oxymoron in every note
But some songs are just opposed
And songs hit harder when they're juxtaposed

Life hits harder
When it's juxtaposed

We met in 7th grade
You were as silly then as you are now
You were as sweet then as you are now
It seems my love wouldn't fade

You're hair was long and everyone told you how beautiful it looked
The thing that caught my attention though was your TMNT t shirt

It's weird how even then it felt like we were meant to be in each other's lives
It's odd how now I still feel that way
But it's stronger than friendship

I'm in love
And I don't think we will ever be together

Your anger pushes me away
I don't think you see all the little things it does to me
I know it's hard to understand
Why my anxiety keeps me at bay

But can't I breathe?

Can't I take a lung full of fresh air and turn it into the world?

Your anger pushes me away
And I don't think you see that it makes it hard for me to stay

What makes a house a home?


In spring I rember the trees flower blossoms coming in
They were white and smelled of iron
I thought they smelled funny
But now I miss their scent

In summer I remember the sound of our skateboards
Every bump on the ground and our uphill battles
The runners we passed gave us ***** looks
But we laughed because we knew we meant no harm

In fall the house smelled of warm, sweet pumpkins and swirling cinnamon
we would decorate for the spirits and it would lift ours
There were many early mornings and late nights
Video games were in full swing

Winter gave me insight
The snow fell and brought a wise silence
I would trek just to go to the store even though I didn't need anything
I'd meet my friends in fields to play

So, what makes a house a home?
It's our memories
Our smiles
Our love