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 me

I need rest
Not from the work I have done
I need rest
From desiring what cannot be won

If 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