#311 What Could’ve Been Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Of course I know it’s wrong
But that doesn’t change a thing.
Surely the road is long
But still I crave the sting.

I wish I could change my mind,
Or is it change my heart?
I wish I could somehow find
An answer that at least sounds smart.

They say it’s a huge mistake,
They say it’s forbidden,
But still I can not find the brake,
I just can’t keep this hidden.

I’m sure it’ll blow up in my face
But I think I’ll try anyway.
If it was a feeling I could erase,
I’d still wish it would stay.

A broken heart is inevitable,
It’ll either be mine or yours.
Gambling is by no means stable
And no one wins cold wars.

Couldn’t she be someone different?
Like a stranger on the street.
I’d be so much more content
Had we’d met at the swap meet.

I’ve never been to a swap meet
But that’s not the point I’m making.
How do I proceed more discreet
When I’d rather just stop faking?

I suppose there’s no way to succeed,
So I’ll just sulk behind my pen.
Perhaps it’s best if I just recede
But then I’ll wonder what could’ve been.