occupied

This is home.

And I do not get a choice in that.

It is both comforting and terrifying

To have the corners of my heart

Occupied like a once-peaceful country.

Someone is speaking for me,

But I do not know what I, they, have said

And none of it has been worthwhile.

Almost.

Your silence means everything.

I want to be angry.

I want to go looking for a fight.

I want to swear until we are both deaf.

But I cannot.

I cannot because everything...

Everything tells me this is home

And I am in love with it.

Nowhere else will have me.

You smile because you know

I am right.

Against my own sad will,

I belong here.

I do not even know why it makes me

This way.

I should be happy

Or, at least, not unhappy.

But when I think about it,

I realize I am just surprised.

That,

And I am so used to fighting,

Too used to fighting to be loved.

But the surprise goes deeper than that

Because even that is changing.