I wanted to believe in you
That you had changed inside;
I wanted you to be someone
In whom I could take pride
I trusted that the bridge I crossed
Would stand up to the weight;
I knew, perhaps, the danger, and
That I was tempting fate
I wanted to believe, and so
I came here trustingly:
But then, of course, you failed.
How could you not?
You still are
Me
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But at least you crossed the bridge; you took that chance. A nice introspective piece.
Wow, perspective in recognising progression. Even though you my feel you’ve fallen backwards again, believe every step forwards is a positive step to your better future.