I Let Me Get In Your Way Poem by Delilah Miller

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