I want to say your third chance was your last and that you've hurt me too many times. But I believe too much in redemption and change and the possibility of getting better. I want that so badly for you. I want to see your next chance or the one after or the one after that because what if you do get better?
I think I'm so strong and I could tell anyone that doesn't deserve me to leave but I'm not. I'm so weak for those I love.
I'm a fragile flower in your hand and you picked me (& I will die as the consequence).
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Blue Eyes and Other Sources of Drowning
PoetryFor the boy with blue eyes. For the love and friendship I grieved, and many other things. Started: 11/20/20 Finished: 8/8/22 My 8th poetry book.
