My Love

I have a love for glistening objects,
For ice cream and school projects.
I get scared when I see three-legged insects,
But I get excited when I see full bottles of Windex.
I get hungry when I see string cheese,
But crave it no more when I feel a breeze.
I cringe at the thought of something rusty
That it became that way because it got old and dusty.
I tremble when I remember eating those green leaves
But now those things have become one of my pet peeves.
I adore the smell of burning tires
And of chipped wood that belongs in fires.
But all I really love is a few hundred diamonds.

Where I'm From

I am from a place where nightly dinners make the house smell like a restaurant.

I am from a place that is comfortable and relaxing as you listen to the running water of the koi pond outside in the backyard.

I am from a place that has a yard big enough to run and play in the backyard.

I am from a place where there is constant bickering between myself and my brother and where my dog barks at the strangers driving up the street.

I am from a place that looks vacant, where everything is in order with a lot of open space.

I am from a place that lives deep in my heart because the people I love live there and this place is what I call my home.