I don’t expect that you understand.

Throughout my life I have been the constant reprimand of

Convenience.

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.