word vomit

I'm Sorry.

You entered my life like a seed being planted in poor soil

The chances of anything good happening; slim to none

It was a turbulent time with my soil rejecting you every time you tried

Killing your roots before they've even begun to sprout

I never gave you a chance

I'll admit that you made mistakes too

That your effort hurt me too

I was poor soil

No one ever took care of me the way they should have

No one ever gave me a chance

In spite of this you still kept growing

And without even realizing I had grown a dependence on you

Even if sometimes I just wanted to rip you out

You stayed and still kept growing

You gave me so many chances

You were so stubborn

No matter how hard I pulled

You were determined to make sure something good came out of me

Even if it meant hurting yourself

Running out of chances

I'm scared I broke you, that I pulled too hard

Because all I see is everything you worked so hard for lying on the cold pavement, bleeding.

I thought you were good for me, but you're just as shit as I am.

I'm sorry I couldn't give you what you wanted.

Guess I'm out of chances.