Once I texted you and I beg for your reply.
Once I called you and I beg you to pick it up.
Once I am cold and I beg you to warm me up.
Once I missed you and I beg you to hug me.
Once I was about to leave but you beg me to stay.
Once I cried and you beg me to stop.
So I speak and beg you to love me.
Your head shot up like you were hit by a hundred bullets.
You walked towards me and wiped my tears away.
You lean forward and reach my ear to whisper something.
I thought that it was a so perfect scene to start our love story.
But instead I heard you saying Im sorry.
And now it feels like Im stab by a hundred daggers.
I cried and I shout in pain.
Now you are ready to leave.
But then again I beg; you to stay and ask you one question.
Is it really hard to love me- I ask.
You look at me with complete symphaty.
And with that I accepted the truth.