To never understand what it is about me,
that makes you come back to my arms.
To never understand why you chose
to spend time with me instead of with others.
To never understand my own mind enough
to tell you the thousands of things going on in it.
To never understand your mind enough
to know how to answer the unasked questions.
To understanding the hurt we’ve both suffered
and are some how working our way through it.
To understanding that yes we may get hurt,
but some things are worth the risk.
To understanding the thoughts in your head
so that the thoughts in mine aren’t confused.
-Natasha J. Shotwell
2211
11-26-07
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