Regret

I was talking to my therapist about things I can't seem to understand and I realized I was always talking about you- those calm words you told me that 2 am I cannot seem to forget 'kiss me hard before you go' I selfishly agreed when those rough lips touched my soft ones I know I am deeply in love does it bother you? but I still chose to go call me a coward, dear you deserve so much happiness than to be with a mess like me but as I slowly walk away I can feel the lump on my throat I don't want to leave-- but as I turned around, it was too late you have already forsaken me.