A Better Chance

It's in the darkest corners that I find my angry, repressed thoughts of you, again restored.

Always wanting you to think I'm a step ahead,

But truly three or four behind.

Present yourself, but one last time.

I need closure again.

Because I kept my mouth shut the first time,

In a hopeless plea for silent recollection.

It hurts, you've ruined everything for me.

Appear over my shoulder, so I can slap you across the face.

But then hug you for what you've given me.

A new chance, a better chance.