Wonderment

I suppose I deserve a life alone. For, I have ruined the course of so many others, it's only fair. If only my mind was born into the correct body, maybe less harm would have come of it. Maybe, then I could have made him love. Truly love, but it was just some cruel joke. He would have followed me anywhere. Done anything. And I left it dragging on the rocks for far too long to even begin to think of recovery. And, then, I wonder if he still thinks of me.

I was a different person, then. It was easier to pretend that I liked myself. I tried to live out my promises, and, then, everything changed and I did, too.

And my heart breaks with every ring.

My soul lessens with every doubt.

Regret blossoms with the glances you cast.

This is what I am.