“For billions of years since the outset of time,
every single one of your ancestors has survived.
Every single person on your mom and dad’s side,
successfully looked after and passed on to you life.
What are the chances of that like?” – The Streets
Do you remember our vows?
How we omitted:
“Until death do us part.”
I think we both knew this marriage would be short lived.
I am so sorry, this is my fault.
I became more demanding,
less concerned with how you were feeling.
I am not selfish. I promise.
Although people always managed to convince you otherwise.
The truth is, I just battle to see the bigger picture sometimes.
We thought the medication would help, it didn’t.
We thought the therapy would work, we told everyone it did.
I used to be your yes man,
your I will always do my best man.
You and me vs. the rest man.
I remember the first night I got physical.
I never meant to hurt you.
That’s a lie, the first of many.
I know we fought a lot,
but you won every single argument.
I always knew when to call it a day, sleep it off.
Eventually the nights grew longer.
I tried to be your rock, but you wanted me to be stronger.
“You should do more!”
“You know what happens when I walk out that door!”
It was never enough.
I was never enough.
Why didn’t I push a little harder?
I can’t believe I took no for an answer.
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