I’m curious as to whether or not 
those who hurt me feel remorse.
Do they dwell on the past we shared as much as I?

Do they ever look down at their fists covered in my blood 
and weep at the sight of broken promises?
Do they regret throwing their verbal rocks,
the ones that left me beaten and bruised? 

Do the wish to be in my life again? 

Am I so weak that I would let them back in?