Worse

“It’s going to get worse,” you wrote,
Your disappointment drenched me like a cold rain

And all I could do was apologize,
Insist I didn’t mean it,
Beg you for another chance

But saving this was like trying to resuscitate a man shot 56 times

We all lie in the beds we make,
But the worst part is wondering,
“What if?”

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