I called you and you dropped it,
You texted back, and told me to eat,
I breathe in and stared at my empty plate,
All I can see is reflection of my broken slate.
Asked you to go to church with me,
Only for you to say, it's still early,
Few minutes, you turned down my invite,
I faintly smiled and said, it's alright.
One rainy night, I saw several pictures,
From my mending bones, here comes fractures,
My sister confronted you for what you've done,
You called me and you still made it fun.
I cried in silence, wiped it alone,
I still managed to talk to you on the phone,
It's always been, “I'll be better this second time around,”
But, not, “I swear, I'll never again break your ground.”
