I Owe a Change in Me

I tried, and cried, and cried again,
but I never said goodbye;
afraid of losing what I’d already lost,
I kept hoping for one more try.

A different way to start the fight,
to seek another exit out;
failing in every single attempt,
I kept recalling my hollow pride.

The this, the that, the why, the what —
I made up every excuse;
outside the box, I poured out my lies,
still hoping to keep you by my side.

Once, I made a mistake,
and I paid for it a long, long way;
I didn’t find a slope, but hope —
something that might heal my wounds again.

I gave it one final try,
until the day I finally realized:
I had hoped, but was never welcomed,
and possession was no medal to win.

But a miracle was meant to happen —
to meet someone, and to matter;
and I came through it changed, and now I know —
I owe a change in me.