It's A Simple Thing To Be Wrong, A Hard Thing To Be Honest

I was so very very angry with her
For forgetting me.
She lied. She was deceitful. She meant to hurt me.
Why? I didn't know.

But then I remembered
What really went on those years ago.
And knew my strangeness was all happening again
Just like before
And before
And before.

My paranoia and
My neediness
Got the better
Of common sense.

Just like the last time
And the time(s) before that.

How come I keep forgetting
How I keep forgetting?

My need to be important
Makes me forget
Every single time.

And will again.