Living Room

I realized today that you grow warm at heart when you are asked to stay. I should’ve seen this sooner. I spend a lot of thought hoping you’ll forgive me for my obnoxiousness. You make it too easy to be my very worst. So I take pride in being better, around you. I feel this shows self-improvement. You provide no consequences, so I must be good for the sake of it. When you are warm it feels like the sun’s grown hotter and all my muscles relax. When you are cold it makes no huge difference, I will wriggle into your skin and make it warm, so help me. I judge a room based on where you sit down. I judge myself, actually. When I’m horrible, you are a reflection. When I’m better, you’re a kaleidoscope.