I find myself coming back to things
I was given before but
Ignorantly tossed aside:
A book, a lesson, a country, a course, a person.
Perhaps they were always meant
To be mine
But they were given to me at
The wrong point in time.
My past holds me tightly in front of
Mirrors and whispers in my ear
“Look at what you could have been.”
3AM Thoughts // AKA “It Feels Worse Than Regret, Tastes Sweeter Than Pain.”