The fire was lit
After a late night phone call
the malevolent tingling felt months ago.
Feelings erased when you were blinded by fear
Mistakes were made during that year.
Six mistakes to be exact
That hurt six times more than the fact
That I was pushed to side
When at the time, you had no intention to fight.
I tried. I begged and I pleaded.
Just one more chance to show you the truth
In every single word that I said to you.
I loved you then and I loved you still.
All I needed was an, “I love you, too.”
Eight months later, an epiphany was made.
My struggle that was once pointless,
Had finally taken its toll upon your fragile heart.
But, we cannot put our ghosts to rest.
Our knack for hurting each other
And destroying any sense of spirit left
Will be a habit, surely hard to break.
And who is to say that more mistakes aren’t to be
made.
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