what if there's a second life?
would you find me again—
at a party,
under the same moonlight,
still holding that damn cigarette like you always did,
still laughing at my stupid jokes
like you weren't about to fucking break me.
would you let me love you right this time?
because i swear—
i'd choose you at the first glance.
i wouldn't lie about Iris.
i wouldn't pretend i didn't feel anything
when your eyes met mine
and i forgot how to breathe.
i'd ask you to move in with me when i turn 24.
i'd ask you to marry me at 27.
we'd get that damn apartment
with guitars and secondhand books,
you'd teach our kids to sing Coldplay
and i'd teach them to write songs they'll never show anyone.
but would you wait for me?
would god even let us meet again?
or maybe in that life,
we'd pass each other like strangers
in a crowded fucking coffee shop.
maybe you'd still smile,
and i'd still be too fucking scared to say hi.
maybe i don't deserve a second life with you.
because in this one,
i was a goddamn coward.
and i was so,so cruel
to the only person
who ever loved me
right.