I wonder why, when it comes down to it all,
why we seem to forget history.
You know me, I know you
you’ve acknowledged and praised my qualities
but in the very instant when things are not right,
The very minute you get inconvenienced or feel slighted,
my track record is suddenly forgotten
You could give me the benefit of doubt
instead you choose to believe the worst of me
Now all is said and done,
and I have been found blameless
you want us to go back to normal
After you took a sledgehammer to our brick wall of trust
Unlike you, I take note.
I hide these things in my heart.
This is yet another tally mark in your column;
the deciding vote that you do this too many times to be let back in.