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Nov 2013
I did it
Just to show you I could
You said that I wouldn't
I promised I would
And now I'm questioning what it was for
See, I don't get to see your smile anymore

You always pick fights I know you will lose
I'd give you the win
But they're not mine to choose
As you place bets
I ready my hands
And somehow it's my fault you're less of a man

You think I could love you a little bit more
You want me to do it by offsetting the score
But truth is my love
I'll never amount
The truth is my love
I've never kept count

And willing the word that beats us in two
There's only so much
That I'm willing to do
The truth is my dearest, it's only the truth
It has nothing to do with me
Or with you

What in opposition
We now share in pride
The conflict in us is you're wrong
And I'm right
If you got off your tiptoes then you could be king
But you quote Hemingway like you know what he means

I don't aim to hurt you
Not ever
At all
I resent that you think me so sad and small
That the quarters and dimes
Are the words we exchange
That the fury and passion
Are part of a game

Is this what love is?
Do you let me win?
And if it's in question
Did it begin?
And if it began
And didn't stay true
What else can we do?
Cait
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Cait  Nashville, TN
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