I know that you tried
so hard but leaps and
bounds only mean
something if what you
land on isn't scrap metal,
isn't the hammer and
nails you used to spell
"MEGAN YOU ARE
BEAUTIFUL" on every
wall you knew I could
see until there were no
blank surfaces left and
I wasn't paying attention
anymore and you decided
to tear the words down
because I took them for
granted. I'm so sorry I
thought the ways you
knew how to love me
weren't right.