Allergic To Compromise Poem by Violet Warren

I think I'm allergic to compromise
You always bury me with your golden eyes
I don't know
but I guess I'll never find out why
maybe it's just something deep inside
that lures me straight to you

You always are there for me
I'm begging, pleading, here
down on my knees
would you please forgive me?
would you please put my mind at ease
for me?

I know that I could always be better
but my sins just stay with me and seem to fester
into a bigger problem
and I just can't seem to solve them