Ode to a Roommate

It has been a while since I have posted anything new here. I was lost for a while, but I am trying to put my life back together, starting with my passion for writing. This is a first step...

You are the hundreds of dishes

you leave in the sink every day.

They sit there,

the juices encrusting to the plates and forks.

Bugs swarm towards what they can and can’t reach

before being washed out when I turn on the faucet.

The flavor from the food left on the stove

dries up to a useless pile of trash.

 

You are the lights you leave on when you leave the house.

You burn everything you touch.

The bulbs grow hotter with each minute,

and shoot up the electric bill we can never afford anyways.

Eventually they burn out, darkening the room.

When I come home each night,

I am the blame for the lights burning out when I never touched them.

Why blame me for something I haven’t done?

Maybe this is your way of saying you need the light to see into each room?

Maybe you are lost without the light and the burning sensations?

Maybe the burning is what makes you so defensive towards the light that tries to touch you,

and you push it all away? And for what, just to be a b***h?

All light burns out, I wish you could understand that,

but you are just a light bulb,

so you can’t understand much of anything

other than the fact that light will

light up the room only when someone else turns it on.

 

You are the front door that never gets locked unless I lock it.

You are not afraid of someone coming in and taking your things,

because maybe you feel you have nothing for them to take.

You aren’t locked because you just don’t care about what is inside,

yours or not yours.

 

It is the things you do that annoy me,

but it is also the things you do that make you who you are.

You are dirty.

Used.

Unsecured.

Unloved. 

-S.L.S.

Reviews

[Haeshin]

It starts as though it could be a light, humorous story at first, but halfway through it starts becoming a little ugly. Sounds like a roommate who hasn't given any sign of changing for a long time.

[Coyote Poetry]

Honest and direct thoughts. I liked them.
"It is the things you do that annoy me,
but it is also the things you do that make you who you are.
You are dirty.
Used.
Unsecured.
Unloved. "
The above lines solid and true. Thank you Samantha for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote