In the end

I could still not say

that we never should’ve started

because if all along

I knew that you’d be a mistake

then i still would’ve kept assuring everyone

that i will not regret

If all along i knew you’d be a crime

I’d commit you anyway

while asking for forgiveness the whole time

In the end

I could still not say

that when you walked my way

I should’ve scurried away

In the end

as i hold on to the pieces of myself

I could still not say

that i was a victim 

that i was betrayed

because all along 

the risk hid beneath my head

but i took it anyway

and ended up wanting it.

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