You’re so bitter when wronged Yet you so easily forgive
I can’t decide if it’s unbelievable strength Or a justified weakness
To selflessly bear all of the blame So much so that it causes a further descent into destabilization
You can’t seem to decide on whether or not you’d like to move on in hatred Or keep dreaming, hopelessly lost in forgiveness
They don’t deserve you, I certainly don’t You give so much, and you seem to not understand just how little of your debts will come even close to being repaid
I can’t pretend to understand the complexities of your past and your head, but this is something that I think of a lot. It doesn’t make sense to me, but that doesn’t mean its wrong. I guess I’ll never understand.