First chance
We learnt each other
and spoke our own love language.
Treaded softly on our tippy toes
only to give each other woes in the end.
You loved me too much to let me go through hell,
and therefore you cut me loose.

I hated you for a while,
couldn't sleep each night,
since you were always on my mind,
the cause of my pain, an enigma.
Days go by and I convince myself,
I've gotten better.
But deep down,
I'm stuck revolving in my feelings for you.

Second chance
You apologize.
The hurt you wanted to hinder,
You instead delivered to me
with your own hands.
Cut me free and left me bleeding.
The realization of what you did
weakened you and drained your peace,
so you return to fix me.

Our first meeting after months apart,
and the first hug lasts for minutes.
The feelings surface, never buried that deep in the first place.
You heal me bit by bit and I can't deny it,
You were always meant for me.

So dear Heartbeat,
Stick to me like glue,
I don't ever wanna miss you again.
© Amanah Saiis