I see you.
I see the way you keep on giving
out second chances like they were
leaves on a tree. One, two, a hundred,
but I never learn.
You make plans, I cancel, yet
you take it with a smile, call me
up a second, a third a fourth time.
Why? Because you know who you
turn into when you give up. Because
you don't want me to see what
happens when I push you
beyond that point.
Because once you're done,