I Just Can’t

You didn’t respect so now I don’t
You wouldn’t bother so now I won’t
You couldn’t have my back so now I can’t 
You just shouldn’t have
--so now I shant. 
Too little to late.
Space and motion continue on. . . 
and
I just can’t
And though two wrongs don’t make a right
Your three wrongs make me realize what’s left is
Worth far more if I don’t let you take that away too.
But you can have your knife back. . .