I Would Give the World

Would it still have happened
if I did things differently?
I now mourn the time
where the fault of losing you
was never mine.
But in retrospect
in some sick way
maybe it was me,
and without my mistakes
you never would have left.
I wake up in the mornings
begging for your return,
and as the sky fades
to the same starry night
I have pleaded to
for the hundredth time,
so does my hope.
I would give the world
to see the same person
that had once brought the joy
I now lack.
But with every new promise and compromise
that I throw aimlessly
I inch closer
to the the realization
that fate is unforgiving
and stars cannot make promises.