Allow me make it up to you

 Allow me make it up to you. 

Those days we spent waiting for time to heal us, quite pathetic, 

Time isn’t a Doctor, how would it heal? Those time we used to say time would tell, we forgot time would never speak. 

Those times we said to each other; with time, we would see, but we forgot, time has no sight, how will it see what tomorrow brings? 

Dear honey, I am sorry. 

You were the time I needed, I didn’t understand. For all the feelings I rejected, I want to take it back.

 You are the time that would tell. You are the time that would heal. 

You are the time that can tell what tomorrow brings, I apologize deeply for not seeing all of these. 

I hope that you understand that I lived in ancient reasoning.

Now, I promise, you are my biggest memory. 

Dear honey, I want to see you. 

I want to make it up to you. I want time to tell, I want you to be the time that tells. 

I haven’t healed, I am living in fear.

 A part of my heart lies on your bed. The place we stained and defiled. 

The place we buried our past. 

You are the memory I don’t want to have. You are the time that should tell. 

Allow me make it up to you.

 It’s hard getting to forever with these thoughts of you in my head. If time could really tell, why didn’t it tell you I was a mess. 

Left on our matrimonial bed, the one  I thought I could become was violate by the beast of your before. 

If time could tell, why didn’t it tell me of your lies....

Why didn’t time tell of the beast that you are?

Why didn’t time tell of the days your hands went across my face? 

Yet, I am here; dwelling in your toxicity and pain. 

This time, I would be the time that tell you, perhaps with my fist in your face. Or my naked body before you. 

Let me make it up to you.

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