I read over the poem I wrote for you a while back,
I'm secretly hoping you have it saved somewhere,
I think I want to be back in your life,
But as the one in the wrong,
The one patiently waiting on the sidelines,
I know that's not my call.
You are in control here,
And I've already passed you the reins,
Go ahead - change this or don't,
But please don't say I never tried.
In a heartbeat I could write another poem about you,
Mapping your good qualities,
Declining to write about the bad,
I want to read your poetry again,
I want to hear about your day, how you're doing , what you're up to this week,
I don't want to watch your story,
Wishing I was there with you .
I messed up and I accept that , so did you but you still seem right