Too soft… too hard;
Too hurt… too scarred…
Too angry in your pain -
Too willing to lay blame.
You do not love me now-
You love him more:
Just walked out the door.
Jealousy is rife-
Cuts like a knife.
Over shoulder glances…
Off the shelf romances.
Too insincere… too much faking;
Too little giving… too much taking.
Too compassionate for your own good- far too needy;
Too much the martyr- way too greedy.
Too many characters in this drama-
I need to swim in waters calmer:
I see- clearly- that I have not the wit to charm her…
There is no future in this longing.
by Michael Collins