My Own Poem Poem by Sandra jacks

Holding the door,
ladies first,
being the gentelmen,
like you are.

I don't want that though,
and you know,
i tell you too,
'don't hold the door,
you can go first',
you don't believe me,
you know me best,
you know i'm hard headed,
far more,
then the rest,
you know im difficult,
you know i love to fight,
you know the truth is,
I can never decide what i like.

You act as a man,
you know i'm damn tough,
tougher then some guys,
but you like it rough.

You also know i can be a whimp,
a little cut on my finger,
can make me cry,
but i cry the most,
for you,
when you lie,
i hate that you have such control of me,
but you know i love it much more,
The fact that you're willing to fight with me,
about the stupidest little thing,
the fact that you let me have my way,
after you pretend sometimes that I win,
You know how to be a man,
you handle things,
the way a man does,
even though i love to be in control,
you take the wheel,
because you know,
I am not a man,
i am your support system,
You tell me i don't always have to be,
in control,
oh how i fight you on in,
but end,
i try not to believe you'r right,
i feel weak if im not controlling you,
as if im at your mercy,
i love it,
i hate it.
Being at your amazingly wonderfully horrible merciful love.