The only thing I knew from the start
Was that I don’t deserve you.
I don’t deserve the love you gave,
The warmth that wrapped around my broken soul.
I don’t deserve the friendship you offered,
The hand that reached for mine in the dark.
I don’t deserve the care you poured into me,
Nor the time you so freely gave.
I don’t deserve the happiness you painted in my world,
The light you tried to ignite within me.
Because the only thing I deserve—
Is pain, sharp and endless.
Hatred, deep and consuming.
Punishment, cruel and unyielding.
And death—
The only promise I was ever meant to keep.













