I always said I didn't have many tries left, that my ability to deliver was coming to its reserve. Then you appeared, and with you, that strange certainty that the journey was finally over. You became my last card, the one you keep under your sleeve not for trick, but for hope; the master move that is thrown to the table with your heart beating strong, convinced that this time the prize was peace.
I was naive . I bet my last dose of trust, my pieces that were barely sticking together and that time that I'm running out of. I gave you the title of "safe port" without realizing that you were just passing by, looking for a pier to rest before continuing to sail elsewhere.
It hurts, and it's not the stinging pain of a new wound, it's the dead weight of knowing I was wrong. Did your courage fail or you ran out of fear, I don't know. What I do know is that I stood staring at an empty table, understanding that I gave you the power to be my last great love, and you chose to be just another lesson.
Today I pick up my cards, folded and worn, with the bitter satisfaction of knowing that I did know how to play seriously. You failed me, it's true, but I failed myself the most by believing that your hand was strong enough to hold mine.
A quick reminder for you:
Sometimes, the mistake is not the gamble, but the moment. Just because this person hasn't been "the end" doesn't mean your ability to love is depleted, it just means the winning seat is still empty for someone who isn't afraid to gamble as hard as you.
YMJ 🌟❤️
It hurts, and it's not the stinging pain of a new wound, it's the dead weight of knowing I was wrong. Did your courage fail or you ran out of fear, I don't know. What I do know is that I stood staring at an empty table, understanding that I gave you the power to be my last great love, and you chose to be just another lesson.
Today I pick up my cards, folded and worn, with the bitter satisfaction of knowing that I did know how to play seriously. You failed me, it's true, but I failed myself the most by believing that your hand was strong enough to hold mine.
A quick reminder for you:
Sometimes, the mistake is not the gamble, but the moment. Just because this person hasn't been "the end" doesn't mean your ability to love is depleted, it just means the winning seat is still empty for someone who isn't afraid to gamble as hard as you.
YMJ 🌟❤️
