Lost in SF

It’s therapeutic.
It delivered silence when
I was not muted.

I resent myself for writing this,
yet these thoughts I cannot dismiss.
“Stand by your decision,” I repressed,
for you deserve no less than the best.

I wondered if you’d still hold me tight
and tell me “everything will be alright.”
The answer was only melancholy.
“It’s better for you if I remain lonely.”

The fool overlooked the pain he caused,
and as you revealed it, he paused.
My mistakes are clear as day.
An ending may be the only way.

Do I deserve anymore trust?
Do I trust myself to adjust?
Now that I know what went wrong.
I was perhaps too headstrong.

Is it too late to be humble
before our world begins to crumble?
I will gladly trade my pride
for us to be side by side.

Is it too late to be mature
before we no longer have a future?
I will cast away my expectations
to make room for upcoming expeditions.

We have done so much together.
Nothing can overcome our endeavor.
We still have so much to do.
Our differences can be broken through.

I don’t deserve a second chance.
It’s fine if we remained friends.
This is my last, desperate attempt.
Whatever your decide, I’m content.