I once said,
In your pain I have fallen in love.
But why is that,
Looking at mine,
You only see pity and sorrow?
Where I was mesmerised by beauty and grace,
You never saw past my mistakes,
Thoroughly digging it up.
Why? I ask.
I wonder, time and time again.
To what extent my soul needs to open,
To be viable for love?
Is it past its date,
Or perhaps it is to late,
As I never deserved love in the first place