Second Chances

Why can’t you love me? Why can’t you love me like you did before you knew me? Was it easier then because your love was defined by the little that you did know of me? Was I easier to love then because you didn’t know my flaws, my strengths, or my potential? Was I easier to love because loving me and not knowing me, meant you would never have to know what you lost had I left?

You don’t believe in second chances. I didn’t believe in second chances either. I didn’t believe in second chances until I needed one. You don’t believe in second chances because you don’t think it’s possible for someone to hurt you so bad, and truly regret the pain they caused you. I used to think the same. I thought the same for a long time, until I was the one who was faced with regret. I was the one who was faced with guilt and nausea over the fact that I had caused hurt to someone I cared so deeply for. Nobody ever wants to give a second chance, but the moment we make a mistake, the moment we know we’re wrong, the first thing we think of is ‘will I be granted forgiveness? Will they give me another chance?’ When we want second chances, we know that we have pure intentions. We know that we have promised the sun, the moon, the stars, the heavens above, and the hells below that if we are granted this second chance, we’ll work so hard to make sure we don’t screw it up again. We’ll work hard to make sure we don’t break the trust that we had to fight to earn back. When we ask for a second chance, we know our intentions are pure. So when someone asks us for a second chance, why do we automatically assume that we will regret giving this second chance? Why do we automatically assume the person asking for a second chance is insincere? Who are we to question someone else’s intentions, when we would never want them to question our own?

-Satisfy my Soul