Not knowing

It’s killing me, the not knowing.
Not knowing if what we could've been 
Would have been better than 
What I have right now.
I don’t think you’re right for her
Look at what we could have been 
If you had followed me into the sunrise
Instead of chasing her moondance.
We could have reached the sun 
But instead, you chased meteors. 
What would it have been like if 
You had chosen me? 
It’s killing me, the not knowing
And I guess I’ll never know
While you're out there chasing the night
I’ll be here stuck chasing the sun by myself 
Wondering what could have been 
But what wasn’t. 

Penelope

VT

17 years old

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