Caring not a weakness, but it may have been a mistake
And it is certainly not an advantage
I hoped that God would be forgiving because I made a mistake
You were a mistake
And God was a mistake under our tires
And I keep reciting that.
We didn't think,
You didn't think
And I keep telling myself that you didn't come for a fight
You were not dangerous when I met you
You were in the corner of my eye
But candles burn houses down when you forget to look
And I don't want to be your ashes anymore
You're like cigarettes without the drugs and twice the pain
I might be dying without you, but I was dying faster with you
And you text me on a Monday morning in case you hadn't cut deep enough the last time and you were right
I almost got away from you
I tried so hard to be a good person
None of what you did to me, on Monday or in the months before I left, was fair, or right, or even really human. I've made a life for myself and you are fundamentally not part of it. This one isn't even thinly veiled. I told you that I didn't want to hear from you, and you had no right to intrude and insult me for being hurt.