I'm not sure if I deserved you,
After all,
Wasn't I the one,
They called unruly?
Flaring at any moment,
At almost anything,
Not many would attempt being,
As close as we are now,
Still holding on to my hand,
Even if,
It was clenched,
Into that self-destructive fist,
That dug half moon shapes,
Into the callused palms,
From those many years,
Of bearing the anger alone,
And trying not to lash out,
At anyone,
Let me be worthy of this one time,
And for forever,
With you.
~Rei Shiori
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