Linger,

In the depths of my heart, a storm begins to brew,

Aching with the question, why am I so untrue?

As doubts linger and torment my weary mind,

I'd give anything to leave my faults behind.

But love's grip tightens, refusing to let go,

For fear of losing him, my heart's deepest woe.

I'd rather face death than witness his departure,

To bear the pain of losing our love's sweet capture.

Yet amidst this turmoil, I seek for redemption,

To mend the wounds inflicted by my own deception.

For in love's embrace, there lies a chance to grow,

To become the best version of myself that I can show.

So with each passing day, I'll strive to be better,

To show that i'm not just an open letter.