“I Still Love You.”
They whispered like a prayer and a curse,
“So what do you want to do?”
I reply through my lingering hurt.
“I want to love you for the rest of my days,
in only the best of ways.”
Their words cause a pang in my heart.
I remember how strong our love was at the start.
“We both hurt each other through our immaturity and games,
I don’t know if things could ever be the same.”
They look at me without a word.
For a moment, I doubt they heard.
“It won’t be the same, maybe something new,
I only know it won’t be worth it if it isn’t you.”
“Another try, maybe a stronger bond,”
I whisper, drawing nearer.
Their lips met mine and sparks flew.
And as they drew me in closer, I knew they felt it too.