through time

there is regret

but you fight anyway

sharing your heart on a sleeve

even if it gets torn apart

by the receiver

and even if it does

you fight again

playing for the same old love

over and over again

I surrendered my love

to so many before

always giving my best

giving it all

I struggled

I shared everything that I had

I made my love worth the while

and yet I failed every time

sharing my wounds afterwards

with my soul

with my heart

and after all, I have put it through

it still keeps on beating

ready for more

relying on my better judgment

and yet equally surprised

when I fail to deliver

when I am not enough

...

people say you are special

you are kind

thank you for making the world a better place

...

and yet they never stay