Growing Love

I could grow to love you, you know,

If I overlook you pitiful attempts to manipulate,

The constant waving of faults and slights like filthy rags in my face.

I know I said I love you too,

Well, I do, a teensy weensy little bitsy.

I had to say those words to help you along,

You seem to love saying them,

Though they are no longer uttered.

Why? Did I say it wrong?

I could grow to love you, you know.

If I ignore the fact that you don't see to care about your well-being.

Well, why the heck should I?!

You don't care about the concern I show.

Little tests,

Jabbing thrusts,

Watch where you aim, boyo,

You just might get scratched.

I could love you, you know.

Inspite it all