We were young,
and wanted to grow up.
But through the years,
you chased false dreams,
me grounded in reality,
clinging on to hope.

I paid for your rent,
the student loans, the credit cards,
the haircuts, the cell phones,
the groceries, the bank loans,
the transit, the clothes, the shoes,
the equipment, the tools, the ingredients,
the cars, the gas, the repairs,
the diapers, the toys, the books,
the tickets, the movies, the bills,
the breakfast, lunch & dinners,
the furniture, the wedding, the home.

And in the end,
I also paid the price.

For I forgot to take care of
my heart,
my integrity,
my dignity,
my mind,
my body,
my soul,
my growth,
my health,
my self-worth,
myself entirely.

Now that it’s finally over,
I have much less,
and you still ask for more.

But in the end;
all I have left to offer;
is forgiveness.

— Sincerely, Boris