It's confusing.
That's what I tell them,
And it is the truth.

I don't understand why,
When I am with you,
I feel warm in the darkest parts of me.

Your arms,
They feel like a pitched tent
In a thick forest,
With the campfire crackling.

It's easy to tell you the scariest moments of my life
And that I prefer snakes over spiders.

I want you to tell me about what it was like growing up.
How you aren't there yet.
I want to hear about your dreams.

*I want to make you feel like home.