Maybe we were both right.


You said we weren’t meant to be.
I said I didn’t deserve you.
Maybe we were both right.

I was never enough.
You gave me chances.
far more than I ever earned.
and I ruined them, one by one.

I said I’d be there for you,
said I’d put you first,
listen, respect, understand.
But I crossed lines I shouldn’t have,
Meaning to or not
and did nothing to repair the damage.

Every time I asked for forgiveness,
you gave it.
Every time I promised to change,
I failed.
except for one promise.

I told you I loved you.
Maybe that means nothing to you now,
maybe it never will again,
but it still means everything to me.

My suffering is my own doing.
Yours, too, came from me.
I wish I could hear your voice once more.

I repeat the same words I’ve said before.
empty to you now,
but full to me.

You were right when you said
I’d come crawling back.
You were always right,
yet never cruel,
even when I deserved cruelty.

Maybe we weren’t meant to be.
Maybe I wasn’t worthy.
no one is, in my eyes,
not even angels in heaven
or demons in hell.

I’m sorry.