She Came In, English love poem

She came in with a broom
Trying to sweep away
Habitual thoughts
And behaviour patterns
Sculpted by a lifetime's
Unconsentual doom
Telling me my ideas
Weren't helping to make
My life resemble
What she was accustomed
And felt she had a right
To expect
Like all "the others" so far
She also bought
Employment supplements
Out the tabloid papers
Which I didn't even
Leaf through disdainfully
How do you explain?
That it stopped being
About utility for me
And fulfilling
The criterea of all comers
The day "it" started?
And in my experience
There's little point
In talking these issues through
With "them"
We're like mutually exclusive
Lost causes
Alone in our contiguous worlds.

She left.