i don’t want a new life.
just this one,
rewound.

same people,
same streets,
same chances.
but this time,
i choose right.
i speak when i should.
i leave when i must.
i keep the pieces
of myself intact.

maybe then
i wouldn’t carry
a body full of regret.
a mind
scribbled out
and rewritten
too many times
to read clearly.

i don’t want to vanish.
i just want to undo
what broke me.