Forgive me:
Not that I am deserving
but that I know I'm wrong.

How I wish no say but good
if such a thing can come from me,
but how am I to love someone,
who not only feels not the same
but also distances themselves
as to have never even tried?

Though constantly to myself do I disservice
—semi-destructive even if taken lightly,..
a habit that gets me through some-times,
why does not this life benefit The Loving?

Or, in other words,
how good do I have to be,
not to get my way
but for things to be better?