If only I could look into the future….

If only he knew that I lye here weak on the ground waiting to be looked at and picked up...

If only he'd flip this over so we can start all over again back to beginning when we first told each other ...

If only he looked at me straight on to talk to me about the truth, about what was going on in his mind, in his life, the truth about moments while I wasn’t around.

If only... if only... if only nothing. He won't. I lye here naked and exposed in front of the world while he lurks behind his lies.

If only I regretted these past moments, I’d learn my lesson and then it wouldn’t happen again. But I regret none of it.