Sometimes you get so good at forgiving
That boundaries start to blur
Until they disappear completely.

Eventually you lose sight
Of what's allowable.

Eventually you forgive so easily
That it softens us to even the most
Vicious attacks.

And red flag.. after red flag..
After red flag
We can't even see them
They **** by so fast
Cause somewhere along the way
We forgot that red means stop.

Red means pause
And think.

I'm sure you think to yourself,
How can giving be bad?

It's only bad because we have given
So much of ourselves that all
That is left is bones.

We died to save you
But you would never have
Bled a drop for us
.
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