I realized
That every time
You are dishonest
You open old wounds
Of all the times before
And I know you love me
I know you lie from fear
You’re afraid I’ll be upset
But am I giving too much credit
Was it not also out of concern for you
More than me, that you did those things?
What caused you to feel such ownership of
What’s not yours? That time that you took
From me, that t shirt, that jacket, some
Favors, some things you felt entitled
To, not because I owed you but
because the world owed you.
And I’m seeing frailty
I’m working
So hard
To see
And maybe
I am just weak
And drink up the flattery
That you thought what I had
Was somehow worth the trouble