a desperate plea
to make
amends
reconstruct burnt bridges and
try to justify my
every simple mistake
and yes, i know that i messed up
took every single little damn thing for
granted
and now i am alone
that is not your fault and
i will not let you blame yourself for this
i am afraid
terrified of everything
of me and you and what could become something beautiful or
haunting, detrimental
a desperate plea
that fall upon your deaf ears
not by option but by choice
you won't even listen to my one last chance
i do not stand a chance
