We built monuments to our arguments in this house

Broke through our mutual boredom by
Ripping into each other with senseless anger
Building sculptures from the shedded remains
Often from pieces of our skin and souls

The sound still reverberates here, even years later
You, unhappy in pretending you were straight
Me, miserable in never knowing why you were so unhappy

Once I knew, the relationship took the course it needed to
Now I’m happy
And you’re happier

But this empty room
Still smells
Like emotional blindness