I let my distaste of you get in the way.
Knowing I could get more flies with honey,
I still let vinegar linger in whatever I say.
I let my affection for you get in the way.
Knowing better than to compromise or settle
I still do not ever hold out for a better pay.
I let my frustration at you get in the way.
Knowing you search for spotlight,
I still allow anger, giving that over-sized lamp the chance to stay.
I let distrust of you get in the way.
Knowing you'd hold Atlas's load in my name,
I still rush to get tomorrow's work done today.
I let me get in your way.
I knew who you were the second I heard you speak.
And I still let my contradictions dictate my moral decay
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Clean cut write, Colette. expresses directly ~ your hesitations, intuitions. works. care, sjg