i am only writing this for a dare
but i mean to make it a real sonnet
this shall be my chance to show that i care
and i will work my damn heart out on it

you will not go out of your way for me
so too do you recoil from my touch
i suspect that this is how it must be
and worry that i care for you too much

i stray from you often, but not for long
to find love is difficult, this is true
if i am to fight, i must not be wrong
of them all, i would rather have you

but whatever will be, will be - must be.
let it be, the future's not mine to see