I’m Moving Away

I need to move,

I grew up here and I need more

I need to move,

But what if it’s cold 

and echoes in my apartment?

What if my heater breaks?

I need to move,

But what if I forget my brother's birthday?

What if my friends forget what I get at 7/11?

I need to move,

And what if nothing changes

but no more mom to spill my day on,

no more carpet to spill my juice on

But what if my mind follows my body

If I can’t escape what I am

It shouldn’t matter where I am.

I want to move,

What if the traffic sounds are a higher pitch?

And what if I saved for a car?

I want to move,

What if the grocery store there has those candies that I like?

The one that I can’t find here.

What if the streets have buskers?

The ones who are loud and obnoxious.

I want to move, 

What if my writing has more room to breathe?

What if my mind has more room to stretch and bend in a room that I can finally call mine.

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