Each Time You Ask Me

I am not going to tell you again,
What you should or should not feel.
Don't ask me to do that.

Each time I've done that in the past...
You brought your tears to weep upon my shoulders.
Caused by someone else I begin to despise.

You told me you would leave.
After asking me what you should do.
And how you should feel as you did it!

Why do I feel I am the one who has been victimized?
At least I am held hostage.
My heart is attached to you as well.

And each time you ask me...
To forgive and forget,
Someone I have not yet met!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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