Two-Way Street

Killed in action, I regret being rude, but I was tired that morning. I never was much for being woken up, but who is? Or so I tell myself.

You wanted me back, but I didn’t believe you, couldn’t trust you. Would you, after what you did? Or so I tell myself.

Silent suffering, the bruise under your eye. You said it was from your operation. I should have known better, should have asked. You seemed so happy, but I see now it was only my presence. I couldn’t have known. Or so I tell myself.

Innocent flirting, but you turned my words askew. You brought a safe space into twisted light, feeding off despair to fuel your own ego. To seal the cracks in your ever-fading mask. No wonder they don’t talk to you. How could I have known? Or so I tell myself.

Once again I’ve settled in to do it wrong, but we all settle right? Or so I tell myself.