I don’t expect that you understand.
Throughout my life I have been the constant reprimand of
Neglect is easier than respect
For a tired soul.
Speaking from experience disillusioned bliss is easier.
Treason of comfort only betrays self.
Devoting reason to solution is more trouble than it’s worth.
I can’t expect you to respect me,
To put me first…
To love to an extent of such.
That would be asking to much.