regret
I used to think love was simple,
but now it feels like a tangled thread.
You pull at it, I pull back,
and we both end up with hands full of regret.
I want to ask you what’s broken,
but I’m afraid you won’t say anything.
So I sit here,
waiting for the silence to fill the space between us,
hoping you’ll fill it with something real.
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