The Piano Player

I used to hate you with every fiber of my being

But seeing you so often in such a vulnerable state

It would be cruelty indeed if I didn’t give you a second chance

And I’m trying and you’re thriving in my mind

But there are moments that take me back to how calloused I became

I will not allow you to destroy me again

But even if I am torn to pieces, at least I tried to be open and kind