Think It Over

It’s no secret why I’m standing here.
That you never notice these hands
which have been open and bare
without hesitation, without redemption.

I am yours and no, there is no other.

My wicked thoughts, have layed me
upon this turbelent storm,
And the breach is now ten miles wide
and between us.

Hurts -I know,
to know what I’ve done to us.
Now that you are confused and vulnerable
You’re not sure what I mean anymore.

Is this who we really are?
Or can we forgive a little more?
And try to not wonder anymore
what we did and didn’t say?

And it’s no secret why
I’m still standing here,
Never so open and bare
Vulnerable and confused.

Still thinking it isn’t over.

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