Caring not a weakness, but it may have been a mistake And it is certainly not an advantage I hoped that God would be forgiving because I made a mistake You were a mistake And God was a mistake under our tires And I keep reciting that. We didn't think, You didn't think And I keep telling myself that you didn't come for a fight You were not dangerous when I met you You were in the corner of my eye But candles burn houses down when you forget to look And I don't want to be your ashes anymore You're like cigarettes without the drugs and twice the pain I might be dying without you, but I was dying faster with you And you text me on a Monday morning in case you hadn't cut deep enough the last time and you were right I almost got away from you I tried so hard to be a good person
None of what you did to me, on Monday or in the months before I left, was fair, or right, or even really human. I've made a life for myself and you are fundamentally not part of it. This one isn't even thinly veiled. I told you that I didn't want to hear from you, and you had no right to intrude and insult me for being hurt.