The rug
Lying underneath your feet;
Been on the ground
So long,
It's stuck to the ground.
The fence
Standing deep, anchored in soil;
**** rooting down
So deep,
It's part of the land.
The frames are clean,
The pictures seem
Like history.
Once upon a time,
I was
More than furniture to us.
But now:
I want you to see me,
Like the door you can open;
I'm more than what's inside your home.
I want you to want me,
Like you used to everyday;
I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone.
Now, are you not alone?
Is that why
I'm the rug, fence and your furniture?
I know I work from home.
I know I got a lotta things to do.
I know I haven't lived up to the best of expectations.
I'm still that girl you fell in love with.
I dream beyond every bandwidth.
I take my time to really be sure.
I wanna do it without complications.
But I know,
I bore the hell outta you.
With my
Nagging that could turn ears blue.
But I
Promise that I love you baby,
You gotta see me in the light of the truth:
I want you to see me,
Like the door you can open;
I'm more than what's inside your home.
I want you to want me,
Like you used to everyday;
I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone.
Now, are you not alone?
Is that why
I'm the rug, fence and your furniture?
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC
The rug
Lying underneath your feet;
Been on the ground
So long,
It's stuck to the ground.
The fence
Standing deep, anchored in soil;
**** rooting down
So deep,
It's part of the land.
The frames are clean,
The pictures seem
Like history.
Once upon a time,
I was
More than furniture to us.
But now:
I want you to see me,
Like the door you can open;
I'm more than what's inside your home.
I want you to want me,
Like you used to everyday;
I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone.
Now, are you not alone?
Is that why
I'm the rug, fence and your furniture?
I know I work from home.
I know I got a lotta things to do.
I know I haven't lived up to the best of expectations.
I'm still that girl you fell in love with.
I dream beyond every bandwidth.
I take my time to really be sure.
I wanna do it without complications.
But I know,
I bore the hell outta you.
With my
Nagging that could turn ears blue.
But I
Promise that I love you baby,
You gotta see me in the light of the truth:
I want you to see me,
Like the door you can open;
I'm more than what's inside your home.
I want you to want me,
Like you used to everyday;
I'm that girl you wanted to make time for when you're alone.
Now, are you not alone?
Is that why
I'm the rug, fence and your furniture?
There are times when we are so much a part of other people's lives - married couples, live-in couples, friends, family, housemates, you name it - that we turn into their everyday lives in such an unnoticeable way. This poem is about what tends to happen when you get too used to having someone around.
