doormats

dirty socks, tangled headphones, silent whisperer

my miniature

sleeping on the sofa till she tackles and i tickle her 

my sister

tries to act embarrassed when i kiss her on the cheek 

i’ll be your listener

see, growing up i had no guide

i was full of self-referential, self-involved pride

they lied

‘your teenage years will be the best years of your life!’

(laugh)

but soon i learned that a match

being burned at both ends cannot be 

you can’t truant from the world

undeserved 

glorified 

petrified 

so when you ask my worth 

its like asking a bud to be a blossom

because youth is like a spring,

overpraised 

and remarkable for its biting winds instead of warm breezes

so all i ask is that 

you 

are prepared for the sudden change in the weather