Hindsight is a funny thing
Before it all,
It was all I wanted,
I spent years writing about my angst for a life,
desperately aching for someone to want me,
clinging to the hope of a someday

And I got it,
My previous selves would've been proud,
relieved,
We thought it not possible, y'see
And then I lost it,
I was not mistaken,
There is such fragility with emotion,
especially when he fades,
no explanation provided

Hindsight is a funny thing,
After it all,
I wish I'd just held out,
Not kissed those lips,
The lips of a liar,
Because I would still be intact now,
doubtful of the future,
but with innocence retained.