I’d never been loved entirely until I met you. Neither had I experienced the deepest part of my stomach slam to the floor when I heard a name spoken just loud enough for my ears to perk up like a dog. I have never craved someone with my entire body before, never wanted so baddly for someone to want me. Neither had I ever had someone break the ground from beneath me and watch me plummet to the bottom, begging. Yet through your mistakes, and your betrayals, it is the softness in your eyes that deceives me. Through your eyes I see someone that is truely sorry, someone sorry for breaking my heart and wearing it around their neck as if it were an accomplishment. I see the part of you filled with regret, and I am patient. Knocking on you like a door, I wait for that part of you to answer warmly and welcome me inside. As if he had been waiting. He was the one who took us out, who laughed with me, and he was the one who loved me entirely. Yet you lock him away deep inside and tell me that you don’t love me? Lies. Like a plant in a drought, i’m desperately waiting for water. Waiting for you to unlock the cage that you have hid your softness and love away inside. Please, I forgive you, now where is the key?