stick

to whom it may concern
because you would not listen to a "dear"

if i must begin when i first hurt you, then
i cannot start; we measure time differently
only you have counted every second of the sins you received
i have counted every sin
and the time elapsed is a wasted metric to me, whom is stoodstill
at the corners we intersected where i've stepped on your foot
or thrown the papers of your mind out of your overfilled hands

if i must be put on trial for what you hold against me, then
let me read out my own sins
and lull you to sleep with the great tapestry of small mistakes
that toppled the empire of my stupid heart
breaking it into rubble perfectly sized for you to break in rage
believe what you must to believe you have conquered me
you cannot carve scars into sand

let this just be a human-to-human conversation
no need to take what i put down
though you "okay" me like you beg for donation

i apologize for my ineloquence, my state of not being a straight shot
i bear a normal fear of the smoking gun
i apologize for my secrecy, the coating of my heart
that i do not wear glass armor against the daggers you stare into me
i apologize for gravity, the rules laid down by god
that you lodge against me as a formal complaint
i apologize for giving you the short end of the stick
it would've been equal, but you shifted away before deciding to break it.