First

“Tell me, is it odd how I knew from the start
We would, one day, end up where we are?
Is it impossible for you to believe me now
That we can longer see dust of the aftermath on the ground?

Deep down, my heart always knew
As it tried to warn me about you,
Pointing out, quietly, I would regret my decision
Of ignoring how the fragile bridge between us was igniting with friction.

Stubbornly, I did it anyway
And, silently, my heart gave way
So to teach me a thing or two
About trusting myself more than you.

Nowadays, I take my sweet time to listen to it,
Trying to make amends for dismissing it
In a moment in life when I didn’t know
That, to help another’s heart, I must, first, love my own.”

Ana