what do I call this?
so many things I'd like to say.
just to describe the role you play.
a letter, or note or poem or song.
but as soon as inspiration finds me something goes wrong.
an attitude, a snarl, nasty words at the mouth.
kills the momentum I had, to bring such things out.
sweet gestures to show what's on my heart and mind.
are dampered by joy killers most of the time.
impatience, inconsiderate, selfishness, disrespect.
as long as these prevail how can one love correct?
no one's perfect, sometimes we all fall short.
but this isn't news to you, so no need to report.
I set the tone from the beginning and lead by example.
but you follow not, providing only stress in ample.
my passion is stifled, intimacy can't breathe.
I fill your cup, but my cup has yet to receive.
if only you could reciprocate my discipline, my patience,
my dedication, my commitment, then these obstacles would be ancient...
history that is.
but it's no mystery it lives...
with us in the present, if only I always got what I give.
you complain of my "humanness" after being fatigued with failed effort.
if only you knew after trying and trying how that mess hurts.
when will you clean up your act and finally love me like I love you?
the vulnerability you should emphasize is suppressed, sad but true.
when will you undress your heart and mind for I to see?...
you truly naked, lay down your burdens and open up to me.
trust in me...for if not me then who else?
if one tries and fails and tries and fails with someone what's then spelt?
the one who puts up resistance can only blame themselves.
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