Poem: Us Again

We always part in sadness,
often meet in joy.
For every time I think
"I wont go back,
wont let her hurt me again."
Finds me returning,
a week later,
in need of her loving arms.

Often deaf to my words;
Her desires are more important.
Plans without me,
what I will do.
Then when I don't,
she cries.

We are all selfish beings,
Thinking only of ourselves.
When we two are one,
I think only of her.

Will she ever
do the same?