Before we talk about sin, I’d like to admit

I’m as guilty as they come

I’m unworthy of love meant to last

Go the other way fast

I don’t come with airbags

And my tires are slashed

So please don’t waste your gas

On a car already crashed

I’m junkyard trash.

How many times can I watch people getting hurt before I start to think the problem is me?

I stand accused of breaking hearts, of narcissism, and of my fair share of toxicity

But - if I may play Devil’s Advocate - and I know that’s not allowed -

What if I don’t wanna plead innocence - I’m the one who leaves first - and I’m proud?

Where are the breakup poems for the ones that pull the trigger?

Not because of abuse or violence or infidelity -

But because -

Well,

We can fill that blank with all the nice-sounding stories we tell ourselves