Not to be intrusive, but—

i realize that two months ago
today i put you in a position
you’re unprepared to occupy.

i considered this dilemma
for you before i let it happen;
hence my acknowledgement:

Not to be intrusive, but—

but you let me intrude.

were you too damn polite
to say no?

but now i’m here
and you’re here,
and i’m trapped.

you’re not.
you can still have out
if you want it.

you just fucking have to say so,
instead of screwing with me by
intermittently pretending to care.

do you or don’t you?

‘cause i can’t trust my judgment anymore,
and i don’t know who or what to trust now.

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