two of you

i want to trust you

i always did

but you've done things

i can't forget.

you say you're sorry

and you seem sorry

you don't seem like

you'd do it again,

but then again

you've never seemed like

you'd do it

in the first place,

until you did.

so how do i know

this time is different?

is it bad to say

i still love you?

after all the shit you've done

that can't be undone

you say you're sorry

and i believe you

maybe i'm naive

maybe i want to believe

you.

and

is it bad to say

i'm grieving too?

because the you

i thought i knew

isn't you.

there's two of you

in my mind:

the one i loved

and thought was kind,

and the one who's

done

terrible things.

yeah there's two of you

and i don't know

which one

is really you.