The one you expose your weakness with chaste trust
throws it back at you in a rage.
While he on lone dawn walks to fresh peace is thrust,
she still shelters in midnight’s page.

Living with someone is living with their restlessness
while having to deal with your own.
The tumble of mental tetris bricks on the mess
to a pile of rubble is thrown.

From long ago, a teacher’s cutting retort spawned
the cruel laughter of her best pal.
Her father, gutted by work, usually on her fawned,
once snapped at her, ‘You’re dumb and fat!’

He never swallowed the sense that his own mother,
so lovely (so said all dad’s friends),
showered less love on him than his younger brother.
On all women he sought revenge.

Such baggage in you unsaid nestles in a niche,
while your ‘issues’ are dumped on him.
The cement that holds Babel-ish towers firm in their reach
crumbles. Always. Rebuild! Rebuild!