You must think I am stupid
to believe you could heal the rift so easily.
I gave you everything.
I tore myself apart for you –
for you to give nothing in return.

At times, I wished I was more
so you wouldn’t ignore me.
At times, I wished you were mean
because even cruelty felt better than silence.

You say you know you did wrong
and it took me leaving to see that
but I have heard your story
too many times
to keep believing it.

A leopard may change its spots
but it will still turn and rip your throat out given the chance.
A mushroom may grow
but it will still be poisonous.

You must think so little of me.

– for those who did too little, too late