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"Know I love you, and I care about you.
But you just keep hurting me, and I keep forgiving you.
Boy, I just can't do this."

     -- K. Michelle

Things are done,
As you're world shrinks to the size of that girl who you call yours.
That hot flame that warms your cold face, burns bright.
As you spend all your energy in her,
You break promise after promise
And my heart weighs heavy.
But spoonfeeding you truth, love, and support makes the teenager in you scream
Makes the rebellion come swifter
It's a kick in the face
Because,
Because I don't know what to say anymore.
I can't support this tirade that you're on,
But I can't do anything to get you off.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for everything I can be sorry for.
But I'm not sorry for the choice I'm making now--
--I'm finished with these childish actions that have put you here.
I thought we were friends.
You called me a blessing.
People don't dig holes and bury blessings,
People hold on to blessings.
You are screwed when you're flame is snuffed.
Because this blessing can't be put on hold
She's better than this.