Why? Again

Why?
Again, I'm here—
Holding broken pieces
That don’t fit the same way anymore.

I promised I’d never return
To the same wound
Wearing a new name.
But here I am, bleeding softly.

Why do I answer
The same silence that once drowned me?
Why do I reach
For a fire that already burned me to ash?

You say it’s different now—
But even your voice
Feels like déjà vu in disguise.

I forgot how many times
A heart can stretch
Before it snaps.

Why do I believe
In almosts, in maybes,
In half-loved truths
That always end in “goodbye”?

Maybe I don’t want answers.
Maybe I just want peace.
But even peace feels far away
When your shadow still knows my name.

So I whisper to myself,
“Why? Again.”
And maybe next time…
I'll listen.