I hate it like this
Halfway between the fiery hot sun beaming in my chest and the frigid ice water of my head
Sloshing around, numbing as it trickles down through every layer of me
This is home
This heavy hearth built of sturdy bone
Foundations parallel in the habitual nature of its inhabitant

You managed to walk through my front door, and come to own everything that is me
You settle into my home as if you have been here from the start
I need you like I need the sun
You kiss my skin softer than the sun could ever caress me
So why am I torn
Why does it have to be a choice
Do I let my ice cold conscious flood my home, drowning out the warm passion of your sun
Or do I burn and blister, my calloused skin sinking into the seat that is my deflated lungs
Gasping for dry scorched air underneath you and your flaming presence

And as I choose my poison I wonder
Maybe there is only space for my head or my heart
Maybe only one can be my roommate
Home or hell
Home and hell
Home in hell
Hell in home
I’m sorry I let you in
Maybe we can redecorate

KG