You’re upset but I no longer can care,
I won’t repeat my sensitivity,
Still figuring out how you love him so fair,
But life has its way of giving no pity,

I avoid the words I know you will spit,
The labor of love is truly hard work,
I’ll listen to how your desire’s writ,
As I fall back into my state of murk,

In the haze of thoughts I think of moments,
Where it was just us in the grass and trees,
There wasn’t a care of an opponent,
Except the occasional swat of bees,

My swelled heart will forever be yours.
I’ll listen to your never-ending wars.