Another Shot

I’d like to think
and give this relationship
another shot,
just one last shot.

No matter how painful,
that last grain of salt
which you rubbed
to my wounded heart.

Tried to seek,
and to look for a silver lining,
and even romanticized
your infidelity.

Justified your actions,
thinking it was an own fault.
But how do you sleep,
upon a questioned self-worth?

But then, I’d like it more
to give myself the chance
which should’ve been made,
and done long ago.

Won’t wreck me again,
for a love which only existed
in my heart
and never yours.

—bsb