Why do I bother?
I should address you by your first name.
It’s a shame our relationship has resorted to that.
But, you’re the one who stepped away from the plate.
Only showing me hate.
I will admit. I wasn’t the best.
You’d always put me to the test, testing my strength and abilities.
Telling me to show responsibility.
A young girl always has enough.
You caused me to choke.
You broke me.
I had to leave.
I wanted to find love.
I wanted to shove the hate out of my heart.
I worry about you now.
But, I am not sorry for the choice I made.