Thursday, December 18, 2014

Relatinship Sacrifices

The day we chose to be roommates,
I had to stop wearing black.
You were often way too possessive,
But there was no looking back.

I lost my favorite side of the bed,
You took over my comfortable chair…
At times, it was hard to breathe freely,
Without inhaling your hair.

I was your slave in the kitchen.
You impatiently counted to ten…
Waiting for me to shop for you,
And yet, I’d do it all over again.

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