Poem: Of Houses & Arguments

Of Houses & Arguments.

It starts a simple conversation over dishes in the sink, over who had what to drink. I say one thing, he contradicts as is the start of our conflict. How we string it along day by day, getting worse by the hour is a puzzle to me. I didn't comprehend that my partner couldn't "let it be". When I opened my eyes to what our feelings were,

We ran in circles searching for a scapegoat. It wasn't about dishes at all but about us, about me.

I bite my thoughts as acid tones rise from our throats. Every willow whip a trigger, every photograph a noose. Why did we treat ourselves to pain when we could try to understand? Love equated to panic, never adding up the way I planned. Houses lead to arguments and quietly shaking hands. Creeping whispers of fog dimmed my vision of the future. Sepia dreams of a family well-loved and a place I had wanted. Slowly sinking as the words drift away.

Am I still breathing? Shallow sips of frigid tears seeped into my skin. Where will we go from here? Your face is frozen frustration,

"What are we doing? I can't do this anymore." Water clears my hazy mind though memories will leave a scar. Turning back to you I call a truce. I think this argument went too far...