I woke up one day—
today—
and believed,
finally,
for the
first
time,
finally,
that,
finally:

you hurt me.

There it is
in words:
your deed.

Can you contradict
it? Would you even
try to contradict
it? Can you
even
know,
ever,
really?

I don’t
believe
you can.

If you could,
then maybe you
would see the way
it stands
with me
forever.

It stands
with me
forever:

the first time:

it never changes.