Strong Headed

Strong headed,
loving mind first. My
wishes I tell him
go through this
cycle I see without meaning
and in the end, he has decided
I never wanted at all.
But I do, and from him only.
He does not refuse to see the
passion; it is the way his mind
has been set up. There's only
one way. I drift away to some
other world where everything I
feel finally matters, then back
to reality, I arrive.
I deal in a day,
and sometimes longer. I sing
the same song, I go for louder each time
but all stays the same. I
guess my sentences have turned to
just words, to quiet
hums in his ear. Strong-headed.
Living and hoping in this
fight I cannot win. My smiles
less frequent, mood shifts at a
drastic pace. Angry, unfulfilled.
Maybe he'll be
strong-headed till I'm gone.