My Back Up System

If I can not convince a rabid dog chasing me,
That on my better days I may not run away from it...
In fear,
As it is clearly chasing me with a look not friendly...
What makes you believe my change of attitude,
Will allow me to see that I need to give you more time...
To prove,
You are actually my soul mate in disguise?

And the constant nagging that you do,
Is only for my own benefit.
But I need to experience you as my best friend 'first'!
And that will never happen...
If I keep interpreting your being smitten with me,
As an opportunity to see me wounded and bitten.
And that I should already know,
That is the furthest thing from your mind.

For some reason my mind AND feet,
Have communicating issues.
Especially on those days when I am without patience,
To sit and think about solutions and their outcomes.
And for that very reason my feet move to run.
And so very glad I am that takes the pressure off me,
To have that automatically as my back up system.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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