Familiar

Familiarity breeds contempt, yes

but it also breeds contentment.

more of it, I think.

I see the image of you

in the back of my brain,

I smile.

contempt?

maybe frustration-

I remember the time

you said you'll make

scrambled eggs for me,

and burnt the pan.

Maybe annoyance?

you took your friends,

to the park I thought was

ours, and I felt bad.

but contempt?

I laugh.

just like we did on that Sunday

scraping the black eggy bottom

off the non-stick pan.

How did you even humanly

achieve it, this is teflon dude.

And at night I cried because

you went out even though

I wanted to watch that

movie, with you.

Maybe upset. maybe familiarity

brings a weirder sort of upset.

I love you, I don't like that you did this.

You say sorry

by bringing me snacks,

I say thank you

by doing a little dance,

and I know you know-

but contempt? well

I want to stab you sometimes.

it shocks me I can think that way,

I shake the thought-

I love you, I love you

I don't like that you did this

The image of you

running like a projector

screen in the back of my head

It fills me with longing.

I think familiarity has made

my love big like a room sized sofa

for us to roll around in.

Despite all the times I've

wanted to stab you,

familiarity breeds contentment

so much more of it.

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-samjam (3/8/24) Just a wholesome poem about family and friends. (Missing my brother a little although I'd never actually tell him. Ew)

Toodles!