Trying to please what could never be satisfied, not even an address left.
That I could send a letter to.
The apologies could never fix this. I am now twisted.
Like bending your wrist behind your back like you did mine.
Now that’s twisted.
And the twist is you apologized too many times.
I got immune to it and I still stayed.
Only way I could have been saved was to accept me.
Not the me you first met, the new me.
The new litter of apology. It’s nice to meet you.
I have known you for a while but this is our first meet.