You called yourself my saviour...
you gave yourself ranks and power in my decisions,
you hurt yourself because of your selfishness.
A wake up call,
what have I been doing wrong?
Now I know...who to trust...
Time passed but wounds get rotten...
Time passed and opportunities are chosen
Do I really possesed power to change things?
What is done cannot be undone yet the future is in my power
What a broken gesture, you give and give,
expecting the silence of a hope
for then hit it in my face...
Like a King of an Empire
sending his princess to cut her head off in front of the kingdom.
And now you suffer my tears?
How dare you call on my tears or possesed them?
What a broken gesture...there is no forgiveness to this wake up call...
I've thought I walked out of darkness
but here I am among darkness with no light the entire time.
Here I am delusional for what is light.
Am I the same...a broken gesture.
An empty vessel with no track of what is life
of what is forgiveness.
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Today I read this again and I realized that you are wrong.
Wrong about what? U were the one who explode, not me...need to refresh?
IF u Keep dwelling in the past...what is going to happen?
I never called myself your savior. I have never given myself ranks and power in your decisions, you did.
I have never claimed ownership of you.
I have never claimed to posses your tears, even thought I know I made you cry. For this, I am deeply sorry.
My hope is that you will realize that I am only trying to help and that I truly care for you.
There are no broken gestures. Not from me. If you doubt this, then you should really think about things.
Read this poem you wrote again. Is this me you are talking about? Or is this written to the person who “exploded”. Do you really feel it’s the same person?
I don’t like to dwell in the past. I don’t like you to dwell on the past either. On the other hand, I want you to think for a second something very important. During this last year and a half when our paths crossed again, who was I? Don’t think about the day of the fight. Think about this last year and a half. Who was I?
I am still that person.
I have not left you.
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