A Happy Tragedy of a Condo Hoarder

I sleep with you. Aside with you on the bed. You provide comfort after all is done and said. You trash the place from top to bottom. I provided support when you robbed that condo. Looking for treasure because we lost something special. Anger and rage elevated. A happy tragedy assimilated.

Blinded by trust I believed you had good intension, still you made sure you were not arrested. New my struggle and yet you did it anyway, robbed more places to prove you loved me straight away.

An open house to see what’s out there. A confused cop who lives in nowhere. Looking to find who did what, a cops job is to solve mysteries aside from the empty coffee cup. Wake up to coffee and a partner in bed, living with them for years after your family said what they said. A condo so sweet that seems ripe for the taking, only to soon find a lover that would rob for a different making.

Seeing the truth when you catch them with another, hang them to dry because you have a robber, a cop, and a lover. To live with one who sleeps with the other, now to leave because the third is an accessory to another. Behind bars with the lover, a cop sleeps in this condo that he made due to the robber. Let the lies build yonder. He got his badge with a soon to be robber, not knowing the happy tragedy of a condo hoarder.