I tore myself into tiny pieces for you.
So many different fragments,
I no longer knew which were me or what to do.
That was my choice, that was on me,
I never asked for anything returned,
But you just stood and smiled as I burned and burned, and burned.
I put up with so very much I found so very hard,
Never protested the abuse. Neglect. Misuse.
…until I saw your disregard.
You destroyed me once before,
And I still said I’d be there if you called.
And when you did, I dropped my life, and gave you it all.
I gave you our first time blindly, a germinating seed.
A second despite your note of things no-one should ever read.
So why do I feel so empty , knowing I have to say
There’s not enough left of me now
For your third chance to make me bleed that way.