Curiosity


My mind wanders
Wanders and thinks about what could've been,
what should've been, what needed to be. I just needed
you to make me feel complete, God what have you done to me?
They say words hurt but your silence will be the death of me,
I ask myself how did we end up here?
Filled with nothing but constant regret and fear?
My mind wanders but it knows it knows that we could never be
it knows we should never be
it knows that curiosity will be the death of me

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