All that could've happened

I remember waking up with wasteful thoughts about 

all that could’ve happened. - could have happened.
It is embarrassing wishing for things I’m not worthy of.

It is embarrassing wishing you’d come back so I could 

keep exploring the galaxy’s that hide inside of you. 

It is embarrassing wishing I could trace my fingers along 

the constellations on your back, only to feel the warmth 

radiating from your skin under mine and hoping you 

wouldn’t forget my touch. There are so many open roads 

but the one I choose to pursuit is the one that’s closed 

and abandoned and surrounded by big flashy signs saying 

“Dangerous area. Do not enter”. And I still take that path 

leading to my own demise, because I am addicted to making 

the wrong choices. It is embarrassing to think about all that 

could’ve happened - especially when the road i followed 

ends in a dark infinite abyss.