Grace

There’s only so much you can give

You can give and give

But the bottle runs dry

Her rope ran out

She lost it all

I smile

When I think about it

I laugh when I relive it

I hit myself when I see it

Why do I do this

Why do I give so much grace

What about me?

What about me?

What about me?

I keep thinking about it.

Why do some people have shorter ropes

When mine is so long

I give and I give

I give so many chances

I give so much grace

But I want to take it back from her

I want her to feel my pain

I want her to get karma

I don’t want her to have grace

There’s only so much to go around

There’s only so much I can give

The bottle ran out

It’s broken

She has none left

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The timer is ticking

It’s almost time.