Sometimes I struggle to offer gentle words
When bitter repeat offences occur,
But then I recall Jesus also flipped tables
In the temples, causing quite a stir.
We turn the other cheek in the face of adversity,
It’s loving rebuke we’re never taught well,
You avoided what was necessary for repair,
Blaming me for making you walk on eggshells.
I tried to overcome every obstacle—
Even with new wounds that were fresher,
But no matter how I phrased my concerns
It was you who crumbled under pressure.
I know I failed… I really did,
And I am to blame for betting on a losing horse,
So I should not be surprised that simple talks
Were like communicating to you in Morse.
I’ve since learnt that love is not enough,
And even if I became more soft-spoken,
It doesn’t matter how hard you try,
You can’t fix people who want to be broken.
It’s funny how you responded to my absence
After you left me completely derelict—
Do you actually hear gentle words or rebukes?
Because I have no idea if anything I said clicked.
Actions speak louder than the sweetest of words,
I have no intention of playing any more games,
So I will scrutinise even the most honest of people,
And no longer will I believe your false claims.
I know I could never marry an Aaron Burr,
Someone so spineless and without opinion,
If I pushed back, you would fold on your conviction
But for what, a false sense of dominion?
Your peacekeeping was avoidance,
It was my mistake I now see,
Fighting you for what mattered
Only really broke… silly little me.
(Not) sorry, I don’t date cowards,
My pain has changed my point of view,
I will no longer tolerate the same old excuses,
And I will bravely build something new.
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