Even Steven

Aren’t we even yet?

I gave you my children

You gave me your life.

I gave you my limited understanding

You gave me appreciation.

I loved you

You loved me.

I left you for a day

You took me back.

You left me for a day

I took you back.

You asked me on my birthday to marry you.

I had to think about it.

You asked me on your birthday to come to church

I didn’t have to think at all.

I took pills

You took pills.

You cut your wrists

I cut my wrists.

So we both proved a point.

You gave me books on pregnancy

I gave you books on yoga and therapy.

I became well.

You killed yourself.

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