I’m sorry that I didn’t listen to you.
All the red flags of a life not lead,
I simply wanted what I didn’t have.
But no one could tell me otherwise,
that a mistake was around the bend,
forming a ball of destruction,
leading me down a path that was scorched with regret.
But there I ran until my legs went slack,
and my lips went blue with lies I no longer knew.
You could say I was a child, foaming at the mouth looking for a way out.
But as I stood at the doorway of my demise,
I only thought of you, the girl I once knew.
And wondered what could have happened if I didn’t lose you,
Would I have died?
Or would I have become a butterfly floating in the wind with the rest
of the children?