You came back,
crawling with scratches covering you.
Hurt and broken,
as you beg for forgiveness.

But not to me,
to the one that inflicted those wounds.
The one that pretended to be the victim,
making you believe that you were in the wrong.

I can't bear to watch you be hurt,
though I may say otherwise.
I'm a part of you,
begging to take control of your actions.

You deserve better.
You deserve happiness.
You deserve someone kind.
You deserve me, Love.

I abandoned you,
despite my saying that I'd never.
I threw you out,
and said "Good luck on your own."

You never listened.
You are no longer on your own.
You will be protected.
You will be loved.

May you not make the same mistakes as you did before.
May you take care of yourself even when I'm not here.
May you find the person that will treat you right.
May you never suffer from heartbreak again.