She’s very sweet you know
I really like her
At first the process was so slow
But im learning to be fonder
Of the days that she won’t speak
And we lose touch for two weeks

Years of roommates
I should have known
I’d never have my own home
Not even in my head am I alone

He’s a charming sort of fellow
Quick to anger
Hard to swallow
An acquired taste that I acquired
I admit I do admire
His habit of speaking his mind
He fucks my plans up every time.

There’s a third I think at best
Paying rent inside my head
As of now… not much can be said
She bites her lip… and hates the books she’s  read
But that look within her eyes
She grovels for a compromise
She can’t speak “very good”
She tries to and she knows she should.

Neither of them needs any warning
It’s as easy as learning to be condoning

I listen though
So very hard
Sometimes they
Send their regards
To all the trauma
And the scars
The womb through which
Mine became ours.