Such A Weight

I am fickle just as sure as I am jealous

I am angry over what will never be

When you speak, I take it for fighting chances

Maybe it's best if you just don't speak to meI need rest

Not from the work I have done

I need rest

From desiring what cannot be wonIf nature did not require a companion

To light the fire inside

Such a weight would be lifted

I could treat you as a friend and not a bride