(highkey a totally different route from the prompt.. can u tell i didnt read it very thoroughly??)

Maybe it’s my fate, that I end all relationships this way

Or, possibly the hurt falls on me because i no longer wanted to feel the awfulness they inflicted

It could be that I just take all the abuse, I absorb it, letting it rest in the hollows of my heart

It’s likely I dig the hole deeper, letting them treat me so

Who knows, though, whatever my fate will be?

Not you, certainly not me, only the God above

My fate, as sweet as a honeybee and as bitter as me, resting in the hands of my maker

My fate, the ruin of you and me, only known once God sets it free to me

(is ts too corny to post i lowk hate it but yk my muse for these deprecating poems was acting up so i had to write abt it)