I can't ask more of you than I ask of myself,
But I find me doing that none the less.
It isn't a weakness, a flaw, or a right;
I know all of this, of the both of us.
You know as well as I that cannot...
Sometimes I cannot help myself.
At times I catch myself schooling my brain
As if that will change a single thing.
I watch what I say, what I do, how I react.
But in my mind it doesn't change much.
In time I hope you can forgive my ways
For I do not think I can change.
In time I hope that you decide
That leaving isn't the best move.
Author notes
I'm still in a rut, of sorts. This isn't my best work by far, but I haven't written in ages. I haven't felt motivated. So now we're stepping up into "forced writing" territory. And I have no idea what this poem is about. LOL!
Written September 12th, 2006
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What you wrestle with here, is the connundrum of brain capacity. It needs most of its ability to operate on current tasks, so fairly quickly regulates behavior into habits, which are then hard to reassign. You care about someone, and noticing how some of you habits annoy, plead for some unconditional love; or at least espress your wish for concideration.
You said you like wolves
http://allpoetry.com/poem/2021515
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For not knowing what this is about, this is awesome!!! I really like it!!! I know someone out there will be able to apply it to thier life!!!
Hugs,
Beth
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