Walking By My House

1

He never walks by my house, not anymore.

 Now, he drives.

 He tries not to go down the street and rarely he does.

 This one night, he drove by to many times to count. It was a hot summer night.

 I was in my bedroom alone listening to music and sitting on the floor dreaming out the window. There wasn't even a breeze on this quiet night.

 The music fit the moment perfectly, "Why are you driving by my house?"

You have been here, before. 

We were just to young for desire. 

He just drove and you sang.

We spoke this way, frequently

music said the words between us.

We are people who can see the world 

in the bright lights of the car lights

 coming fast in the night.

2

You think everything is about you.
 You think I am so caught up in my own life,
that I think you guys would be happy.
 You don't know a damn thing about me.
 You don't even give me the courtesy to turn down the music, when I hop in the car.
 How could we have ever lived together?
 What did I see in you?

  I still don't understand.
 You are spiteful 

flawed and imperfect but you deny 

that you are anything less then the 

better between us.

As if this were a competition.

I don't understand how your mind works.
You stare every minute of the day.

Waiting to pounce.

The high from the fight

Turns you on.

So bright

This proves you right.

 You pretend that it's all in my head.
You couldn't handle it even if you tried,

 my head.
I am at peace with my imperfections.

I got my backbone at the family store.

I cannot stand that you think that I am the pretender.
I know who I am, do you?
Can you even look in the mirror
Honestly, what do you see?

It's not an interest growing with me.