I knew when I met you, you’d hurt me.
I saw the bitter disappointments of your past
And thought I could out-weigh them.
The see-saw tottered for all those years – yet I felt I’d won;
Then you walked away – tired, you said – exhausted by my kindness and my care,
when you were used to abuse.
My weight – my love – was too soft for you.
Lis Goodwin ©2016
Thank you / mulţumesc to Alex Blajan for the inspirational photograph. You can find Alex at www.unsplash.com/alexb
