the things I didn’t know

I didn’t know
that when you asked me
that question, you were reading
far more into my answer
than I intended.

I didn’t know
that when I lied
and said those two
things were not related,
you actually cared so much
about my answer.

I didn’t know
that you were angry
at me last night. I wondered
why you were behaving
the way you were, and I felt
like something was wrong
but I couldn’t figure out
why.

you’re not the only one
who sometimes realizes things
way after the fact.

and really, given the extremely mixed
messages
and lack of communication
going on here, can you
blame me? oh wait. I guess
you can.

should you ever
care to forgive me,
I’ll be in the corner
wearing my dunce cap,
wondering if I’ll ever
get out of the doghouse.