I am an open house
A friend lurked from the yard,
watching me go about my day
I smiled and flicked a small talk
Watching me closely with a sense of longing in his eyes,
a joke cracked between us
and we laughed until our stomachs hurt
He made his way inside
His movement was a rushed one,
some unnatural gestures in the eye of an amateur
Blurred the line between a stranger, a friend, and a lover
I went along with it
At night I couldn't stop asking myself
Am I the last resort, a house people like to stay at when all the hotels are booked?
A friend lurked from the yard,
watching me go about my day
I smiled and flicked a small talk
Watching me closely with a sense of longing in his eyes,
a joke cracked between us
and we laughed until our stomachs hurt
He made his way inside
His movement was a rushed one,
some unnatural gestures in the eye of an amateur
Blurred the line between a stranger, a friend, and a lover
I went along with it
At night I couldn't stop asking myself
Am I the last resort, a house people like to stay at when all the hotels are booked?
People come and go as they please,
leaving the door opened each time
Each time it is doubting my own foundation,
it is tearing apart my own walls to see what I am
leaving the door opened each time
Each time it is doubting my own foundation,
it is tearing apart my own walls to see what I am
I never knew what I want,
so I kept letting them in despite the uncertainty that loomed silently in the dark
But now I do,
I finally do know what I want
so I kept letting them in despite the uncertainty that loomed silently in the dark
But now I do,
I finally do know what I want
(On being a late bloomer: It feels really weird to get something for the first time when you're way past age. Just when I think that I would be this stuck and numb for the rest of my life, time throws a gift of growth that keeps life moving.)
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