it’s funny
two years later
when i read the words again
i still get that
tight feeling in
my chest
like something’s
squeezing out lies
and anger
i feel it again
a microcosm
of a mistunderstanding
mishandled into idiocy
and i know it was my fault
i know what i did
or didn’t do
i know the truth
of the story i
am never going
to tell
to the person who
most wanted
to hear it
oh what a splendid wreck
i made
what a glorious
blaze burned my bridges
down
but i’m not sorry
for that
i was honest
eventually
next time
if it is, off on the horizons
of hazy tomorrows,
i will be honester still
and if a hand is offered me
i might take it
with grave face quiet
and demeanor polite
i still remember the rawness
beat into my back
by the summer sun
any careless coward could kill
with a lie
but i believe
in severing cleanly
