Wiping the day clean.
I don’t have time on my hands and at the time that was something you didn’t want to understand. Perhaps I should have explained myself properly, dutifully, considerately and not so. Abruptly. Out of hand.
Accentuated rhythms only you can define, temper temper, profoundly, kindly, silently blind. I’m missing you and I can’t tell you because it’s not like you care which is hardly unfair, my words are too short and simple you like the long words you pick out from thin air.
I deserve much more than you are willing to think about giving, you want security for your secret anguish, I seek forgiveness for maltreatment, but you didn’t think. Cut your nose to spite your face, losing pace. I didn’t want to hold you and keep you safe from the snakes in the grave. I wanted you to protect me and tell me forever you’d stay. Turned out you’re just the same, selfish games. I have waited too long, too many mistakes.
Cleanser stings my face.