For every flower I ever picked you –
Who’s pedals have all turned to rust
From our back and forth tears –
I still love you.
For every lie you sang to the wind –
For everyone who believed you –
For all the fences I was forced to mend –
For everyone else in our bed –
I forgive you.
And for our children
Who don’t know a world without you –
Who don’t know the truth about you –
Who don’t know what you’ve done –
I am forever grateful.
But you are broken
And I can’t fix you.
You are lost
And left your life behind you.
And breaking me won’t fix you.
For I cannot be broken.
Our memories are holding me together.
Our children are helping me
put one foot in front of another.
I am not your hobby.
I am covered in itchy scars.