Sofa Surfing

He thought his words were to be of comfort to his unstable partner of many turbulent years, how wrong he was to even show any effort out on his ear, now needing help from peers to beg friends for somewhere to lay his head, displaced, confused, wondering why him knowing a sofa would have to do no bed, he had always tried, gone out on a limb to please her, though it's not her to blame, her illness she has no control, severe anxiety no natural cure, her temper they can't tame, again sofa surfing looking for some generosity, after a couple of days he heard her pleading for him to come home, Her fury had subdued, He hurries back to her as his heart is bleeding back to the torment, to be used and abused, knowing deep down tomorrow she'll be cursing and he will be back on the road sofa surfing.