wonder
thoughts
remembrance

maybe if I hid
my journal that one morning
I would still be living in the city

maybe if I hadn't
entered your rose garden
I wouldn't be as broken

the bitter regret
when the sunrise
comes in

the butterfly effect
could have made a change

it's always
what if

Maybe they don't care,
Because I'm always,
Lying through my teeth,
Every time they ask,
If I'm okay,
The words come quick,
Because they're programmed,
Behind my lips,
I always say,
I'm doing just fine,
But my fake smile,
Hides my constant denial,
The lies shown on my face,
The words so mechanic,
Driven just the right way,
Always make them think,
I'm okay.

Little drips of rain
Come together in a stream
Yearning for the sea