The Chore Of Moving In Together

I saw that you both sought hope somehow,
But didn't see how it came from me.
I am gripped in my own derision,
But I can talk you down.
I can decorate each squalid mental room,
Coloured with leftover awkward smiles.
I can light it with all of pity's sake.
But you buy the curtains.

You saw me shower in the driving rain,
It must have seemed so alien.
This world''s just a paid-for toy to you.
Nature: to be avoided.
Your stoicism could explode the sun,
With heady thoughts you improvise.
I don't see how I can help you,
In this inanimate rite.

So plunder the bargains for subtle pastels,
Capture that clean essence of life,
It's a pre-cursor to apathy's insurance:
From an underwear carpet.
Dictate to me your own future's wishes,
I will show mistakes that have passed,
But stand time's heavy-booted feet
On all of our first rugs.