I told him once, if ever he should change
His mind, decide to come back home,
Just let me know, and in a heartbeat
I'd welcome him with open arms again.
A year has passed; His silence lingers on.
The irony cuts deep—we offer choice,
A door left ajar, a chance to return,
Hoping they'll choose us once more.
But they rarely do, unless fate smiles.
We give that choice, knowing deep inside
The chances are slim, the odds stacked high,
That they will never walk back through that door.
Yet still, we wait, clinging onto hope,
For love's a gamble, and we keep our cards close.
Hope always dies last, so maybe I'll keep hoping,
Maybe I won't, but one thing remains:
I will forever love you, no matter the choice you make.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
