i gave what i could
to you
more then i should
just like
before
do i stand now
in anger
or linger
in regret
again
how many times
until i stop
giving out
more hope
relentlessly
or was it all
for the better
unselfish actions
once over
repeated
my face is different
changed by days
molded by mistakes
not what you
remember
even now
you look
for familiarity
only to find
variance
undone by my hand