messy wisdom

I know I had too much to drink
I don’t know what I was wearing
or how long it took you to get into my bed
I remember the lapses in my memory and
the lack of judgment in yours

I know I had too much to drink
and I know you were conscious
You promised to take care of me,
where did you stash your conscience?

And maybe the actions don’t make the man, but
maybe his excuses do

I know I didn’t say yes
or maybe or soon or later

I said nothing
during his reckless abandon of me
I said nothing
because I was under an influence
I said nothing
because I should have been at rest
I said nothing 
to aid and abet his stained glass reputation
while cutting myself on the shards of my memory


In the darkness,
I said nothing

I said nothing
I said nothing
I said nothing