I sit in a very familiar house where

 most of my siblings and parents live in,

 a messy area of my own 

all by myself,lonesome.

We start talking 

Brightening up my daylike the morning sun,

By text, hours and hours

They ask to call

Bored I say “Yes”

The wind howling,

With my heavy breaths,

Not expecting what comes next.

Then we call,

 talk for hours

 while I act silly,

 Because he is in a bad mood.

  Try to make them

 feel better

 by being my silly

 authentic self.

 They laugh, and call me cute 

while I'm just smiling because

 I made him feel better 

about whatever.

 They sometimes are as sweet as white chocolate

There laugh is infectious 

Every day we grow closer,

Every minute we grow

Together in this 

Tree of Life.

“I have to go”

I say in a sad voice

They reply sadder than me

“okay”

 We act silly together

 and I show my true authentic self 

more and more,

 every second I get 

more comfortable like how i am in a blanket.

Likeme and him have known

 each other for years and years,

Like me and him were meant to be.