Yes, it hurts that your eyes are shining and measuring
to show deep concern,
But I'm glad you said it.
Had you not, the turn
I might've taken could have hurt
So let me carry my weight away mechanically
by instinct, the loser
this time, and all
the times before that reason has returned
after the first sting of honesty
slid against the grain,
you from your other side with the dirt
of your experience. Mine,
is yet too empty.
So I'll swallow my pride, and let it be
filled up at a reasonable pace
with all the knowledge
of the Good,
than I could ever obtain by saving face.
So when this hot-blood subsides,
and small-minded hands that seek
easy glory rest,
and all is back in its place,
then Things will be fine,
and you'll be glad you said it.