
didn’t ask
not for your compliments
or your suggestions
not for your beautifuls
or your babes
not for your offers to do nothing
or your willingness to not share
not for your partial truths
or your outright lies
not for your illusions and daydreams
or your fairytales or future
didn’t want
your pretty pictures, real as resurrected infants
or your horrors realized
your nightmares in my bed
or your food on my screen
your constant commandeering
and then your secret retreat
your comparisons and your not quites
your so closes and your not enoughs
your second thoughts
and your blind apologies
what is the ask
what is love and safety
challenge and respect
reality with petals and thorns
dreams with sweaty sheets
and a washing machine
down the hall
given the decent truth
not being told the clothes
are clean
knowing
damn well
they are dirty