My Something

it’s the way my heart is projected
(on my face)
it’s the way I’ve forgiven you
(in silence)

yet all over again, and I promise
(this time)
I’d give it another try, despite the
(knowledge of)

possible letdown – again
(in spite of all that)
I try and I say it’s okay
(and I mean it)
by the way

I say hi, keeping my chin up
(despite the struggle)
pointed towards you, although
(without even trying)

my eyes still lie
(after all this time)
I still can’t look at you
(just one person)

who have inflicted so much hurt
(through the sweet memories)
anger, hatred and misery
(caused by your actions)
but I’m giving you another smile

another prayer said – for you
(who wished me well)
I will; I’ve seen you at your best
(and you’re fully capable of it)

so perhaps only I have the pleasure
(without misusing)
and the liberty, as a matter of fact
(like it or not)

to wish you well, or
(I could)
wish you ill
(but you know)
I’m no longer bitter