day seventy-nine: what if what if what if.

what if we said hello

and never said goodbye

what if i was happy

and didn't have to lie

what if there was something

actually keeping us alive

what if we said hello

and never said goodbye

what if i admitted to treason

even though that'd be a lie

what if i told you i missed you

a little less of a lie

what if i stopped handling

your heart with such care

what if i just watched my own back

and wasn't near as scared

what if i admitted to treason

even though that'd be a lie

what if what if what if

i asked it a million times

what if i stopped saying i'm sorry

and actually wasn't sorry for anything at all

what if you were just crazy

and i was the sane one

what if there were a million words

to describe me accurately

what if i used them all

in some silly poetry

what if what if what if

i asked it a million times

sometimes i wonder

if "what if" will be the last thought

to cross my insanity-filled mind.