I am not your houseboat.
You have tied me down
and yet I still float and drift
I rise and fall with the tide and the waves
just as the moon intended

i am not your home,
you have not made me permanent
you have painted me a more vibrant color
but when the light is gone i turn back into
dull

I am a rental apartment
a temporary "home"
i am just the in between of finding better and "this'll do"
you fill me with things you love and enjoy
and then you leave on vacation
and you stay at another
hotel
camp
apartment
houseboat

and when you come back and everything is the same,
worn in and used slightly but still there like you intended
leaving me hoping
for some odd reason
that when the door opens it will still be you

yet until the lights are switched on and the buzzes with the static
will the dust lift and the dull fade

but until then i am simply
a houseboat
a rental
a temporary fix

maybe one day i will become permanent