what is the point of worrying about a reality where i get it right
if i never get to see them.
this is the only reality i have and it's the only one i'll see
and i'm not sure if that makes me feel better or worse.
i lay in bed and think about all the things i would fix
and then i shake my head like an etch a sketch
wiping away all the thoughts that don't make sense
like how i know the first thing i would do
is change my major or not kiss that person
or kiss that person instead or study for my finals
and i know that those things are so stupid and small
like the two brain cells i have left
and the heartbeat i have still weakly banging on the walls
of my ribcage.
what is the point of worrying about a reality where i get it right
the idea of getting anything right is a foreign concept
i can't even conjure up the image of myself, content
no i don't want to think about how maybe i'm not a wreck
on earth #803
how maybe i changed my major
on earth #516
how maybe i could feel my mother's love
on earth #740
is that it?
the deeper i dig with the things i would fix i realize
this is the only reality i have and it's the only one i'll see
going back in time really wouldn't fix anything
going to another universe and seeing me happy would kill me
what is the point of worrying about a reality where i get it right
i am who i am because of all the screaming fights
the tears on a swingset
the screams into a pillow
the longing stares out of a car window
for another reality where i get it all right...
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bittersweet recollections of your adolescence // 2019 poetry collection
Poetry❝ consider this: the world does not need saving- you do. ❞