You had the benefit of the doubt,
a gift I gave without question.
I thought kindness could rewrite you,
thought patience could shift the truth.
But some stories don’t change,
and some hearts don’t open—
no matter how gently they’re held.
A place to show my work
You had the benefit of the doubt,
a gift I gave without question.
I thought kindness could rewrite you,
thought patience could shift the truth.
But some stories don’t change,
and some hearts don’t open—
no matter how gently they’re held.