I am a bad person.

These choices rippling out

devastating those caught in between.

I’m pulled apart in two directions,

tripping and falling with every step

grasping on substance for support,

I’m sorry,

for leaning too much,

did you break?

You’re fragile,

you can’t handle my weight,

retreating and leaving you behind,

when you run after me

(as you always do)

i’ll push you away

(as I always do),

i’m sorry,

for letting you fall,

left you broken and bruised.