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.