Only One I Want

If I wanted her back and asked for that to happen,
Will it?
I only ask because I do.
If only you’d touch my heart and feel it…
Because,
I am not the villain she paints me to be in a world full of blood spillage…

Maybe,
The splatter of another splashed by her image,
Of me,
Grazing her ideas of myself even if I’m seen tripping…

But,
How do I prove that?
Now that she doesn’t even want my memory to enter her mind?
Nor wants me anywhere near the existence of her life?
How?
How do I show her I’m well again,
Kind of.
More patience,
More love for myself through any crisis…

I feel like I’m fighting for no reason.
But,
I promised her I wouldn’t end my life defeated…