Mistakes premeditated to make,
Are difficult to forgive.
Especially when one is known,
To have prepared excuses.
Expecting forgiveness.
And prepared to apologize,
With the same comment heard...
'You know how I am! '
-Yes, I do.
But apparently in the doing,
You still refuse to respect me.
And I know that part of you...
I've known too well,
Has come to an end.-
'Why do you have to be,
So different than everyone else? '
-Your mistakes to make,
To then excuse...
Has become your habit to disrespect.
And I'm not addicted to your habits.
I have my own that are bad enough.
Mine are not premeditated,
To have anyone predicting...
In time I expect them to become,
Addicted.
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