If Things Would've Gone My Way

If things would have gone my way

then I wouldn't be lying on my back

at 2 in the morning

bruising my brain with

an idiotic list of things I wish had happened

and I still fervently wish would happen between you and I

If things would have gone my way

my lips wouldn't be so dry and grey

from all the cigarettes I have smoked

every time I missed you

every time I longed to be with you

every time I wanted to talk to you

If things would have gone my way

there would be no poetry hidden in every corner of my room

no scribbles of your name

would have stained my papers

and a trashcan filled with Polaroids

If things would have gone my way

I wouldn't be wishing for you

because I would've had you

proof-reading this composition

while lying with me

under the promise of forever