Fickle

two people who decided they could live together tried & did so for a bit of time cohabitating in the same dwelling & steering free of each other when it became exhaustive to do the opposite & all was exactly what they say that it is when two people give up their individual space & their individual lives to share one another, but then the little things which once seemed to be valued one by one, as so very beautiful & special, unique to the both of them---now these same things begin to eat at them so much so that now the debate has begun over who is right & who is wrong concerning the most miniscule details of every irrelevant subject under the sun & the ones still suffering around them, friends & family, tell them that everyone has gone through their hard patches & that what proves a relationship is strong, is the ability to stick it through--- but these fickle fights add up & the two of them begin to literally hate the sight of each other, doing their best to avoid even being present in the same abode at the same time & then finally, as if it had been overlooked for such a long time, they decide to leave each other, to physically get as far as they can from each other & dismantle the dwelling they once both called home, now dividing each little piece of shared property fickly fickly & then so very free.