April Tenth

It is a bit annoying that

My tenderness

Was described as

Judgement

You claim 

It seemed

I was judging you

Because 

I wouldn't

Just believe

That you were ok

An alcoholic

Standing in a bar

Holding a beer

(It's just a beer)

You want me 

To drink with you

Assure me

It is safe

To even

Get drunk with you

Really?

And you say it's fine

And not a big deal

You bring it up

Ask questions

Then act like

I am the one

Who won't let it go

But gee

I could totally drink with you

Why won't I drink with you?

You just want to show me how

Okay you are

And how it is not

A big deal

Why am I going on about it

Anyway

When you ask me 

Again

Remind me

Again

That it is totally fine

Then you want to know 

If I am mad

And when I 

Apologize for seeming mad

You run with it

And make that the new thing

Try to elicit guilt

You thought 

I was judging you

You say

But you didn't really think that

You were just hoping

I'd change my mind

Maybe if I feel guilty...

Now

I am 

Judging you