#95
And I wavered.
I wavered for the many times
I've stared and contemplated
the millionth star I've counted
over and over and over again.
There were no choirs singing.
There were no voices calling out.
There were just eyes
staring down at me—
disappointed,
disgusted,
disgraced.
For this one sin,
I tried
ever so hard—
ever, ever so hard—
to uncommit.
I lied three times,
as fate decided.
Three times, I lied,
as was written.
Yet the pain seemed more severe,
more so than before.
The sting too real,
more so than before.
How could I be worthy?
I am unworthy.
I am unworthy.