The Worst of You

As frightened as I am
by the asking,
I am often glad –
after the fact –
that I’ve asked
for the thing
I don’t get
so I know
my disappointment
is justified, quantifiable,
and easily identified.

And I’m sorry.
As always.
I am sorry
that I asked.

I wish I could say
that I don’t need you
and mean it.

But I can’t and I do
and it will get the
best of me every time
while I get the
worst of you.


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