At Times

 

At times I make it difficult for you to talk to me.

It’s not because I don’t want to hear your voice,

But because I’d never cared what others had to say.

At times I make it hard for you to relate to me.

It’s not because I don’t want to let you in,

But because I’d never cared to let anyone else in.

At times I may let my emotions get the best of me.

It’s not because of anything that you do,

But because I’d never felt anything more than sadness.

At times I may test your patience and frustrate you.

It is not because I mean to aggravate or annoy you,

But because no one has cared enough to be patient.

At times it may seem that this is not what I want.

It’s not because I do not want to be with you,

But because I’ve never wanted anything this much.

At times I forget to show you how much I care.

It isn’t because you do not deserve it,

But because I have never cared this much before.

At times I may forget to thank you for all you do.

It’s not because I do not appreciate you,

But because no one has ever cared to do this much.

At times I may forget to take the time to say I love you.

It isn’t because you do not deserve to hear it,

But because I am not used to being this loved.

At times I may not apologize for the man I am.

It is not because you do not deserve an apology,

But because I am busy admiring the woman you are.