wounding

I wound you.
You wound me.

And yet I'd have it no other way.

Sometimes that's life. Whether its our co-workers or our intimates.
Life isn't pretty and all planned out.
It can be sloppy and unintentional.

Communication at times messy.
More art than science.

From many encounters
I walk away wishing...
I'd said or listened slightly differently.

No reason to beat myself up, or him
Just be patient
And do it again next time
With the little wisdom
I learned
This go around