I wish you loved me the way I wanted to be loved
And I wish you had my best interests at heart
Not as maintenance of living
Not as dancing with dollar signs in your eyes
I was unaware how loud my voice gets
And you held my hand not in caring
But to shut me up
I wish you wanted happiness for me that actually involved me being happy
And did not think about iron age drudgery, survival as total reason for and justification of existence
The moment I say something impractical
You latch on to the frown of doom
And launch into crowd control
I wish you loved me the way I wanted to be loved
Not shadow love in this place of commerce
What is best for the enamored heart without material concerns, not twisting the arm of the bullied partner to do something he doesn't want to do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem