You complain, that I text you essays…
Real essays are the messages that I do not send…
Wish you knew, the ones I type and re-read to only delete,
Real essays are the messages that I do not send…
Wish you knew, the ones I type and re-read to only delete,
Thoughts left behind, in my own mind to mend.
You criticize, that I complicate matters…
When I share, my many troubled notions with you…
Complex are those feelings, that I do not share,
Wish you knew, the ones stuck in my heart like glue.
You carp, that I have an overthinking mind…
How can I give it up, when my life is still amiss...
It kept me going, alive through these tough years,
Wish you knew, I wasn’t always like this!
You condemn, that I am too emotional…
While you say you love my many poems…
Wish you knew, they are but my raw contained emotions,
I passionately weave into patterns, words that are strung.
You cavil, about my many no’s…
Tough strength it takes to utter the two letter word…
Wish you knew, when I started saying yes to you,
For me, we became a point of no return.
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