Could be that irony,
would have saved me.
Completely knew outcomes,
Plain as day--
But I dove in anyways.
Could it be,
better to risk it all,
Feeling the searing,
then suffer no knowledge?
Uncertainity grasping on.
Should I be gone,
Of my tears,
That never did,
Should I be here?
Possibility of making change.
Even hard pressed,
to make sense,
Of a beating heartbeat.
Calamity?
Appropiate enough.
Don't want
just a maybe.
Possibility...
...it destroys confidence.
Take my heart--
I beg.