A Loved Situation

Woman, what are you doing?
I can see you building a house you've already moved into.

That's not how it works,
you can't find yourself in a loved situation and scramble to fabricate your romance in time for bad weather.

I can see you, still peeling off the wallpaper of your last attempt at a constructed relationship,
where you had simply covered up the holes from the last attempt,
left with paste enough to just hold yourself together.

I know you're not bleeding anymore -
and that old house doesn't fit you at all
-but be careful about building a new one,
you're still on the same foundations

And you've rented other peoples hearts,
and people have rented yours,
unclean feet on your doorstep.
For a time.

And I know how much this house seems necessary,
safe, secure
and jeez, you deserve a roof over your head,

But do you know what you are building?
You're changing so fast.
And just because it will be good,
does not make it a natural fit.
Might not be the right one,

Might have cracks between roofing tiles where the storm can get in and no doors and windows
                                                     Don't forget doors and windows, 
                                                           you know you always do.