I can make all kinds of excuses
But it won’t help you to understand
That the last thing I want is to hurt
You, with my words and who I am
And each time I see you, you’re smiling
At me almost as if I exist
For you outside obligation
It’s that look I find hard to resist
But I always somehow offend you
Do something rude or hurtful or
Mean. I can’t ask you to forgive me
So then I loathe myself even more
Don’t know what you see within me
Something good or you wouldn’t persist
Though my instincts scream out in protest
It’s your look I find hard to resist
And I want to trust in this new hope
That perhaps you are what you appear
And just maybe there’s something in me
Worth your friendship, which to me is dear
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Submission Name: new friends
