It's a cliche, the way past lovers always come back around
as if it's written on my skin that I tend to forgive more freely than I should
as though they are checking in just to see if I'm still waiting
hours, days, months spent shoving their name down my throat
to convince myself the ending was mutual
and then one day, long after the waiting turned into progressing
they have the audacity
to ask if I'm still anticipating their realization that they 'loved me all along'
to ask if I still want them, because suddenly they feel alone
suddenly they need me
but I am taking every step in the opposite direction of you
I am worth more than a second-thought, than the regret you feel from walking away

Forgiveness
Is the first flower
Who is daring enough
To grow on what once was;
To give you what will be.

As I sit on the edge of my bed
Saddened by the thought of you.
Tears running down my face as I think about all the wonderful times we had.
5:30 in the morning, I’m here sobbing, missing you.
Why? Why did you have to leave?
No explanation, nothing at all.
Please come back, right now you’re the only thought on my mind, the only image in my head.
Please Ana, come back.

Show me your sun and I'll be there