You bastard! I hate you!  You know nothing at all.

You think that I'm fake?  You're wrong; you don't know.

I make one small mistake; one slip, just one fall,

And you run like the coward I've known all along.


I've said that I'm sorry; I've begged you for mercy.

These tears are no ploy and I won't trick you to stay.  

I can only tell you my feelings and hope that you get it.

Don't condemn me just yet, we can make it okay.


I know that you're hurting, but leaving won't help.

If you believe me, you'll stay, when push comes to shove.

We all make mistakes, I know mine was bad.

But yours is much worse; you won't let yourself love.

The End

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