Weed

Maybe you are the consequence of my past actions

The debt owed for my indiscretions

There was no forgiveness of sin

The price had to be paid, and from within

You were a bridge I should have burned

The one lesson I should have learned 

But I hoped against hope that this would last

Forgetting that I was a prisoner of the past

I should have known that you were out of my league

I should have remembered the curse of my reality

The one that will haunt me eternally

That you are the flower and I am the weed