I.

I don't deserve.
I don't deserve
so many chances.
I don't deserve
grace
or
mercy
or forgivness
or the love
You pour out on me
as I squirm
and wiggle,
writhing in my
self made
bed of vanity,
hate
and disillusionment.

I don't deserve
the life you lived
that saved mine.
I am the outpouring
of never ending
bad choices-
the same ones
over
and over
and over.

And still you love me.
And I don't deserve it.