Lessons Less Learned

Funny thing about a lesson—

sometimes you learn it.

Sometimes you just recognize it

the next time you fuck it up.

I let the same ones back inside the circle,

Knowing damn well they were there to hurt you.

Felt bad, opened doors I should’ve shut,

Then looked surprised when they fucked shit up.

I loaned what I had when I barely had mine,

Heard “I got you Friday” about twenty-five times.

Still gave another chance, still trusted the word,

Like a promise means more than the pattern observed.

That ain’t kindness when you know how it ends,

Sometimes helping somebody means hurting yourself again.

And I ain’t preaching—I’ve been guilty as hell,

Giving everybody grace while ignoring myself.

How many times does the same bridge burn

before we quit acting surprised?

How many times does somebody show you the truth

before you believe your own eyes?

We believe what they SAY,

then ignore what they SHOW.

Keep touching that fire

like this time it won’t glow.

Same faces return,

same bridges re-burned,

same truth sitting there—

LESSONS LESS LEARNED.

We blame, we forgive,

then repeat every turn.

Pay twice for the knowledge

we already earned.

If the truth hits too close,

we pretend we ain’t heard—

LESSONS LESS LEARNED.

Maybe it’s love, maybe blood, maybe addiction,

Watching somebody drown while denying the condition.

Maybe she broke you, you still answer that call,

Maybe he’s family, so you excuse it all.

Some pain is worth it—I won’t lie about that,

Some scars came from moments I’d gladly take back.

But there’s a difference between risking your heart

and handing somebody matches who already burned your yard.

Look—

A track record talks when promises don’t.

People swear they’ll change when their actions say won’t.

And we hear what we want ‘cause accepting what’s true

might mean changing the person staring back at you.

That’s the part nobody likes.

Sometimes the lesson ain’t about them.

It’s about why you keep letting them.

I’ve blamed other people for choices I made,

Called it being loyal while boundaries decayed.

Called it forgiveness, called second chances,

Anything except what the evidence answered.

We rewrite the story till we’re innocent in it,

Then wonder why nothing gets different.

You can’t learn a lesson you keep rearranging

to dodge every truth that requires you changing.

Some people don’t learn

‘cause the truth costs more than the mistake—

And changing yourself

is a price pride don’t wanna pay.

Same faces return,

same bridges re-burned,

same promises spoken,

same outcome confirmed.

You knew what it was,

you just hated the terms—

That’s why some lessons

stay less learned.