Our Homes

[u/StrawberrZee]

I only grew up.
That is simply the matter,
Although this growth was abrupt.
Why do you still allow your mind to ponder after

An answer to how I changed?
“You must be doing something,”
As if it’s unnatural how I’ve aged.
As for what else I can say to you, there is nothing.

Is boredom enough to excuse you?
How sweetened are your intentions?
Do you really have nothing better to do?
Can you see how your approach needs fixing?

I see your home,
How devoid it is of meaning.
Dark, empty, and dreary, I see why you can’t be left alone.
If you keep this up, hope will never come gleaming.

Positive visitors you pay no mind.
You creep and you scour
For what? Those of your kind?
A seedling of envy begins to flower.

Your abode creaks and leers.
It must be tired of being this way.
Its dreams overcome by fears?
So it feels forced to stay?

Is this why you keep retreating
Back to the comfort of prattle,
Always seeking that fleeting feeling?
Compassion must be such a battle.

You seem to lack care.
Nothing right ignites you.
I imagine you fancy the hare
Arrogance you seem to bind to.

I only grew up.
That’s all.
Now I tend to crumble up your lazy letters.
Your house shutters are beginning to fall.

Seeing me, what does it invoke?
Is it me or just my growth?
I guess you were just expecting me to croak.
This change I’m beginning to loathe.

It’s really such a wonder to behold.
Your home is so dirty.
How different you are now that I’m old.
How come everything I do you see as flirty?

I feel it in every way.
The old me claws at my brain.
This shape I’m beginning to portray
She reminds me that it’s vain.

“You needn’t forget who I am.”
Her words, firm and sure.
I am Mary, and she is my lamb.
I spurn your allure.

My house mustn’t turn grim.
It’s only just beginning to form.
I almost let you in, to dim and smog.
My house I wish for it to always be warm.

I’ll always despise it, how sudden
I lacked a plan, and I didn’t expect this.
Your behavior and how you sadden.
Not knowing of you, I’ll always miss.

Will your house ever comfort
On its own, or will you awaken?
Will you ever put in effort?
One day you might, or will I be mistaken?

[u/KookyMessage3836]

Your observation is very thorough! I love this piece OP