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.
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