I have been writing a story
but don’t know how it ends

It has 20 pages of nonsense
and it could use some help

You might not like it so far
I haven’t gotten to the good part yet

But if you stick around you
may find yourself within those pages

And our story might be
the greatest

We never got here.

I would have lived long there,
If you had let me stay there.

I hope I remember your words
When time has passed
I hope they don't go away
Even if you did
I hope I can make them stay
Even if you didn't

I blame my parents for being afraid
for showing me every sharp edge
and learning I might never be safe

I blame my parents for being lonely
for missing people I never had
and will never hold me

I blame my parents for my anxiety
the sleepless nights with cold hard truths
led to no sobriety

I blame my parents
because they are my parents
and I can blame them
for who I turned out to be

But when they are gone
and all I have are memories
I’ll just blame them
for leaving me.

How many hands will I hold?
How many will I have to let go?

The day you left
You took something from me
Softly, quietly,
Pretending you weren't a thief

You ran out
In the middle of the night
And I know I deserved
A better goodbye

You were a liar
But so was I
When I said “I love you”
Thank god I lied

You couldn’t steal my heart
‘Cause you didn’t know
Where it was

So instead you stole my pride
So I wouldn’t be the first
To leave you behind