when you first invited me to your house
and I thought all my thoughts
the pieces of my mind arranged themselves
in to the room that I thought suited you
and the window was wide but dirtied so I didn't know what view you had
and the bed was large enough for the two of us
and the computer you use to kiss me was in the corner beside the door
across from the wardrobe where you hid your ***** magazines and skins.
And the floor was worn with childhood.

But I soon discovered that your floor was carpeted
and the window was small and on the wrong wall
and you don't have a computer in your room-
there is one in the study of your house
that all
the family
use.