She plays her life on repeat

Thinking about all the wrong turns

All the wrong words

All the things she wishes she could take back

The love she wishes she could just inhale back into her lungs

Pretend it never existed
Along with so many other cruel things

She wishes she had learned control sooner

Control of her heart
Her fears
Her naive nature

Always trusting
Always giving

Always laying herself on the line
For those who don't give her a second thought

She replays the moments she was happy

So few of these make them that much more precious

To live her life over
Would be a great gift.