Git

Git (29th April 2008, 8.05pm)

Look, here, closer, yes,
Can you see it?
A tiny hole in my surface layer,
Smaller than a pinprick,
Made with a word,
Sharper than a needle.

I heard it intently…

Rejection.

Shit.
I didn’t mean it;
I didn’t realise I was doing it;
I had no idea of your feelings…

Hear this:
All my excuses
For being a fuckwit,
Ooze from my tongue like
Drying up syrup.

A shock,
A miniscule bolt
Of electric
Realisation…

What a git.