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I laughed to myself
thinking
I'm sure I'll live to regret this
I always do
ever pondering can such a
soft heart
manage to stop being such a fool
it's doubtful
grumbled in me
the sardonically disavowed
I haven't seen my buddy Mitch in years
but his reliable sarcastic voice
lives in my head talking to me still
I'm so easily lured by love
I see a need and I ferret out what
it's made of
I give second chances when I should be
running as far from the perpetrator as I
can get
my Mom calls me a collector of strays
if nobody else will have you
she says my Melissa will be your friend
I guess I'll never escape that
there's 'Not Enough Love In The World'
( if you don't believe me listen to
the likes of Mr. Don Henley)
so what is the harm in loving someone
it's a gamble like anything
I love lots of people
and at a great many different levels
I see the want of love in them
sometimes
and that just pulls me
when I make a friend I am your friend
some misinterpret my openness
to most everyone
as begging
but I don't see it  that way
I'm not a beggar I'm just overly nice
there are too many dark and disturbed
people already in this world
angling for whatever they can get
I have no hidden agenda
but to make a new interesting friend
sometimes I just end up with
sporadic acquaintances
and I marvel at what one particular
person admires in me when they
themselves first met me
they downgrade later when they see
I'm just as kind with another
my strength then in turn
to their way of thinking
suddenly becomes a weakness
I've always had to deal with that
issue
it's funny how the same dilemma
weaves its way in and out of
the fabric of my interpersonal relationships
that's why I laugh to myself
so often and think
I'm sure I'll live to regret this
trust me it comes from years
and years of sad, disappointing
experience
but I always go against the grain
and remember
love may be a mistake
but it's always a mistake worth
making
for I believe if you get yourself hurt
trying to help someone out of the
goodness that comes from love
then the injury you withstood
was
'A Noble Wound'.....................
(March 15, 2011 103 am)