Love Makes Allowances

I tell myself not to stop, not to look back, not to forgive I tell myself I am better than all this. I am worth much, much more. And then my heart starts sobbing like a child behind a locked door. And I'm-hopeless-to-explore, why she-dumped-me, sure I made mistakes; the first was letting her in. But there were nights I'd revisit if only I could, nights in the bathtub before one or the other pulled the bath plug. Sure, she made mistakes too, but I'm damned if I remember; now we've fixed a dinner date.