1.2.20
CIVILWARS
im slowly displacing
pushed out of my home, bit by bit
the way she takes over the bathroom while im fighting for a toothbrush holder
youre quick to compensate
“look how far i’ve come” she says
all the while im packing my bags three days a week so you can
sleep in your own bed
like any good mailman does
moving between housing bearing messages and resentment
but maybe im just to sensitive
you tell her
but you did not tell her – we split bread together
shared a roof, built a home, enjoyed a friendship
quick to ruffle your feathers
arrogant, selfish, and nearsighted
i tried forgiveness – but forgiveness tastes bitter
when shoved down your throat the way you shove me out of the house
if youd shown remorse – this would be different
early new year celebration
because you have too
because what you want doesn’t matter
for fuck’s sake – i need space
get a room, leave the country, something
you are suffocating