I think now we had no business being together
I’m not sure what drew me to you
Or, even more, you to me.
I think in the end I was hurt
And I saw the wounds in you
And somehow I thought I could help
And it would help me too.
And really I know I fucked up
I didn’t know the right thing to do
Was oblivious
But damn, did I try
For so long
To find some way to help
To be enough for you.
But it was never going to happen.
So, our time together withered and turned grey
Rotted on the vine
And I wanted so bad somehow to save it
But I had a brown thumb, or two left feet.
I should have let it go years before
Rather than keep cutting off pieces of my flesh
To try to stop the bleeding.

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