Stupidity

Like a blind man, awkwardly,
I poke, probe and prod.

Willing to be part of the solution,
I make myself the problem.

Trying to understand,
I only ever manage to tire the hell out of you.

If only I could leave you alone,
like the careless, selfish, old bastard that I was,

knowing deep within you'd be better off,
or not caring about you at all anymore,

without a second thought I would.

Stupidity isn't about being able to do so:
stupidity is telling you I can not.