I hate that it takes so little to break me That I have to struggle daily to rebuild every small piece Becoming more fragile with each attempt Knowing that every effort will not make me unbroken
I was raised learning that an incredible love amounted to an equally incredible guilt towards the choices that are made in our names the opportunities missed and the dreams abandoned
I was taught to apologize to that love long before I understood what I was apologizing for never once asking where the limits of my incredible guilt stood when to stop nor if I could
You should have just taught me how to smoke Instead of things like how to drive and cook my favorite food That way I could’ve simply tried to give up a bad habit The same way you gave me up
Practice religion in any way you need to Be it through prayer, philosophy or poetry Any gracious God will accept your soul No matter how you choose to offer it