I want to write.
I want the words to flow out.
But maybe I don't want you to figure me out.
Don't you wish you could go back in time,
something as simple as pressing rewind.
Erase all the places you visited and the people you met.
The butterfly effect. No recollection of any of this.
It appears you've lost me and hate who you've become.
Your mind has never been so weak yet your heart beats strong.
I am a witness and a victim to my own crime.
They say living well is the best revenge, I digress.
You become a different person than who you were.
I concur, were all just aimlessly awaiting someone to show,
days can be changed and outcomes can be rearranged.
Dreamed you had a shotgun wedding gleaming with an electric glow.
It rained photographs, with people you didn't know.
Sometimes it's scary. When all you want to know is the truth.
But the truth can hurt. I'm sure of that.
Would you rather be a forgotten alley cat or a frowned upon desert rat?
The story's not over, it's just the beginning.
A sad yet shaky start but let's hope for a happy ending.