When I almost fall asleep or when I take a shower,
When I cry about the past or when I think about the future ;
I always think what if...
What if you didn't leave.
What if i would have said yes.
What if I wasn't a bitch when you were here.
What if I called you again.
What if I would have responded sooner.
What if I had told you the truth.
What I had told you it wasn't your fault,
What if I had told I was just scared,
What if I had told you I never stopped loving you,
I never stopped wanting you.
Everyday I think about that one moment.
Everyday I want to change the past.
Everyday I am jealous of the lucky girl who has your heart,
The girl who was smart enough to say yes.
Do you think about me?
If you do I want you to know, no one will ever love you as much as I do.
I wish it was different.
I wish I was different.
But with all of the questions and hopes, the bottom line will always be:
What if.
Because it's too late.
Dedicated to A. I hope you read this but I also hope you dont.
YOU ARE READING
random sh!t - poetry vent
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