I've spent hours thinking
Of an answer.
About what my mind says,
And what my heart desires.
*
I do not hold grudges
Nor hard feelings.
How could ever I hate you?
While I love you.
*
You ruined what we had more than once,
You broke me more than once.
And again
I forgive you.
*
It will probably happen again.
Or it may not.
All I know,
Is that I want you by my side.
*
But then again,
If life pushes you to the edge,
And obliges you to destroy the building,
It's fine, I understand.
Tho I wish you'd think of me this time,
A bit more than how you used to..
And when you push me away,
Do it a bit softer, a bit kinder.
*
Will I be defenseless?
Will my eyes sparkle again?
I wonder.
But all I know,
Moma told me to always give second chances.
But never third.
*
Honestly, if you were me,
Would you forgive yourself?
