The Room

Jealousy and hatred

Fill me when I think

Of the times she has called,

And you have gone.

What is it about her

That a text is unread,

And all of the chores

Are undone?

What does she have

That is so comforting,

So warm, so great,

That I don't?

How has she managed

To take two of you, now,

When I could not,

Would never, and won't

Choose 4 walls

Over the whole house,

Or a game over the

Words we'd share?

Yet, she wins again,

And I don't understand

Why I can never

Seem to compare.