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by Joan Serratelli

Living with you
is akin to
living alone

You are never here
we live seperate lives
we do not share
the same space

I get up early
You sleep in
I go to sleep
You leave the room

In your eyes
I do nothing right
You mock
my every movement
my every breath

I cannot please you
I have stopped trying
I am plagued by
self-hatred

We are two very
different people
trying to co-exist
I am a failure

02/20/2010

Posted on 02/20/2010
Copyright © 2026 Joan Serratelli

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 02/20/10 at 09:39 PM

Certainly not in your writing. I've come to the conclusion that I shall never make my wife happy so the least I can do is let her have her own way to the degree that I can. I at least owe her that. I can live with it.

Posted by Charlie Morgan on 02/21/10 at 12:21 AM

...everybody does something for a reason, his would be to feel good [about himself] so he makes people feel bad/less than...etc. it's their small joys in life...

Posted by V. Blake on 02/21/10 at 05:35 AM

My recommendation would be to separate "In your eyes" into its own stanza, because the rest of the poem seems to be built solely upon that line. Otherwise, it seems you think yourself a failure for not impressing someone clearly not deserving of the attempts.

Posted by Tony Young on 02/21/10 at 08:37 PM

The title is brilliant, your short story is draggin on. Drop the failure line J...

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