The more
that you tell me you love me
the less
that I can bring myself to tell you it back
I realized
that though we think in sync often
we do not
match in one way which matters most
I hate
the pain produced in me
when you
speak uninhibited
I am wearied
by your words when you are tired, annoyed, impatient
each time
you expect me to excavate your expression
You are happy
to learn and to grow with me
I am disappointed
to find this flippant flaw in you
You will
unknowingly and unintentionally
hurt me
again and again and again
I love
when you tell me you love me
but I
cannot tell you it back, right now
