Dreams Come True, Regrets To.. [poem]

Though all went as best I could dream,

error of judgement is now lighted and seen.

The selfish desire and what has transpired.

I hoped for, in part, to make me whole,

but feel to accomplish, from you I stole.

I may not have known, but I assumed.

I'm vein but not so much so to think you swoon.

Map drawn by myopic eye, lit by moon.

Again conscious of self and things I ruin.

Awareness as step one, now looking for two.

May this half decent heart ever beat towards what's true.