React the way you expect me to when my world is crashing in.
Pour anything into you because my tank is registering “empty.”
Say what you need to hear because it would be a bold-faced lie.
Take care of you and sacrifice taking care of me.
Keep up this non-stop pace of obligations when I am so desperate for some much needed restoration.
I sure hope you can find some grace to forgive me, while I struggle to just…be.
And if not, that’s okay too.
But you should know that the people-pleaser in me has finally decided to admit defeat.
I fear if I keep at it, this game will ruin me.
Your turn. Fill in the blank. I’m sorry I just can’t…