This Is My Favorite Room

This Is My Favorite Room

She was right.

Maybe not about everything

But about this.

I thought you were a missing piece

But you’re disappointing like the rest.

Each with his own basket of flaws

To sort through.

W.A. said it best,

Everyone will disappoint.

The light changed with this,

Your reflection a bit bluer.

So now I’m down to the final piece:

Me.

I see me reflected in you.

I see me a bit clearer for it.

It was over a drink that I understood,

I only think about myself.

I wanted to ask you if it was true,

But you were talking,

and I laughed at the irony of it.

Copyright Oren Peleg 2012 

One. Then Stop.

ONE. THEN STOP. 

You changed lanes too many times.

Trivial to some,

Unbearable to me.

I kept shouting at you in my head,

But waited to release a feeble demand

Later.

We got home but I never relaxed.

You played music entirely too loud,

Annoyed by the sounds of others.

Like a child throwing a tantrum while drowning.

How I cannot wait to leave here.

Even if that means leaving alone. 

Copyright Oren Peleg 2012