We fight all the time: a Poem

We fight all the time:

Her and I.

“Don’t wear that.” “You put too much there.” “Why are you always making me late?”

“God, you’re disgusting.”  

She wants me to take better care of her;

She penalizes me when I don’t.

By ripping oil deposits through my epidermis,

Making me semi-asthmatic when I walk up the stairs,

And cutting indents in my skin from where I have too much.


I get tired of fighting,

I get tired of pampering her,

I stay under the covers and forget what kind of soap I bought last.


I want to fight,

I want to take care of her,

She and I:

We are one.

A soul and a body

When they understand

One another’s boundaries

Only then can they form