and I knew

and I knew
that for a heartbeat’s span had passed
i had done nothing to wrong you,
but lo,
the tears wetting my hard-fought apologetic cheeks
was fine, but for naught.
in each event,
those hateful little crimes
leave me seeing all the littlest reasons
highlighted by the lamplight in my bathroom
that I might be still be the worst human on Earth.
might you ever make up your mind?

The End

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