999 Z64

I can’t figure it out
if it’s worse to be hated
for something someone says you are
or for something you did
that was never meant to hurt anyone

the circumstances are now imagined
because my misdeeds
were never given life
were never spoken about

and now I hope my accuser
tosses and turns
and regrets those words

and I’ll cry for a while
but it’ll be the last time
for a while

and I’ll wish my phone would ring
for a while
and then I’ll tear off my wraps

honesty was supposed to be a fresh
start

I was faithful
always
to my accuser

I had a drunken night
I had time alone