He hates me for
ruining his life a little
nothing at the time
for compromising him
confusing and driving
him into my hands
he dislikes me for
encouraging his fears
with comfort his humor
with despair for
mothering him at times
he likes me for
myself entirely
and for himself
the hard fact of us
but for love itself
he loves me how
else are we to get
beyond ourselves?
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