what i wouldn’t give to tell you that this ends well,
to stuff some optimism in you in these trying times
to try your hand at something other than typing out heartbreak
arms across your chest preparing you for the blow.
what i wouldn’t give to tell you what i don’t know.
man, i don’t know.
god, i don’t know.
what i would give to not regret
what i would give to sleep soundly
to sleep early
to sleep with the promise of a new fresh day
to sleep without desperately hoping for a new fresh different day
to sleep knowing that you are out of my reach
but i won’t stop reaching for it anymore.