I'd forgive myself eventually
if I were to risk some humiliation
and shame for the sake of something that might
stick. It would be a personal grievance, but
I've offended myself enough to bear
that sad, sinking sensation one tends to get
when they know better than to try again.
I'm smarter than that, but feel so defiant.
I am a wreck, and entirely too
self-aware; impaired by many preconceived
notions that life will never live up to,
but somehow I have become so persistent
and find use for each hellish thought in mind.
Much of my patience has eroded away -
I can't guarantee a long stay, so while
I am storing my face in this window, you
might as well say something I'll remember.