Sonnet that isn't.

This turned out to be not so much of a sonnet as a poem that resembles a sonnet in many ways. And . . .the idea of the poem is just of a mix between a lot of things, but mostly from the book "Remembering"

I have looked upon the truth as a present force

And turned my head away in favor of me

I knew I was in the wrong, that I was the source

Of this argument that caused you not to see

That the anger showed my love while separating

Me from it by allowing me to see myself as right

And caring enough about what you are saying

To combat it but not enough to give up the fight

And agree that I have been wrong all along

That I have been jealous of your love for others

When your love for others is a shouting throng

Of gladdened hearts pressed as close as brothers.

To give up this fight and let you be correct

To be wrong, is to admit I am not all you expect.


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