Give me a reason why I should let you in again
When I still lie awake tortured from the pain?
Why should I give you a second chance?
When my blood still drips off my trembling hands?
What do you have to offer to mend my broken heart?
After you smashed it, why should I give back the mended parts?
What is the restitution that you would give away
Or is this just another one of your games?
Is this you, trying to get the best of both worlds?
Because I’m done playing games with silly girls
You’re either in or you’re out – you lost me
So either you find me or just let it be
Will you step out and risk the rejection you fear?
Or do I have to hold out my hand again to pull you near?
Why should I give you my mending heart
When the last time, you smashed it apart?
Something tells me I will
Only because I love you still
I said what I meant
I’d love you till your hair turnt
grey and you forgot your name
and all these things have changed.
photo by Julia Freeman-Woolpert