​IRONY

I was wrong and I admit it. I never beg forgiveness. I never asked for a second chance.
Because I know I was wrong.
I don't want to be a hypocrite. But when... when you held my hand and hugged me and told me
that you still love me.
I don't know. I don't deserve you anymore. You don't deserve me because of what i've done to
you. I really don't know what to do.
What to say. But here you are asking me to come back. So ironic isn't it? The sinner and his
lover.
You don't ask but you're being answered. You never knocked at the door but it swung open.
Open to welcome you again.
Again and again...