How hard it is to love you
When you poison the well of my emotions
With your random anger
How hard it is to love you
when you assign the worst possible motives
to acts of kindness
How hard it is to love you
when you punish the victims of circumstance
with righteous disdain
How hard it is to love you
when your reaction to misfortune is to point
the finger of blame
How hard it is to love you
when you perceive an attempt at compromise
as a sign of weakness
How hard it is to love you
when you engineer another pointless fight
to fuel your fury
How hard it is to love you
when my attempts so often reward me
with a chest full of pain
Should it be this hard to love you?
Should I be grateful for this opportunity
to experience heartache?
Should it really be this hard?
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