I'm laying here tonight
In the bed we used to share
Looking at your side hurts
Without you it's so bare
I pull your pillow close to me
But you scent is gone too
As tears roll down my face
My heart breaks again missing you
It hurts a little extra knowing
You leaving is because of me
This burden I'll carry forever
I deserve all this misery
I don't deserve happiness
That fact should be known
I deserve this life of regret
That I'll forever spend alone
I sat again on that old broken bench at the park,
Watching birds, people, and the last rays of the sun fade by,
Remembering our final words—spoken so far from kind.
A single tear I had to shed for the moments lost in time.
The skies turned suddenly ominous, though I knew not why—
But by the grace of God, a little girl smiled, ever so bright,
And I finally realized: forgiveness is not so far behind.
Walking with you,
your hand in mine
I never thought a feeling
so warm
could fade with time.
It started with one day,
then two,
a week,
then a month,
until yesterday
became another door
that became locked
There were days
filled with your hugs,
with love that felt endless,
now buried somewhere
beneath the muffled sound
of my own cries.
There were words
I needed to hear
from your heart,
words I waited for,
words that never came
And left me in pain
Every day I look back
and try to remember
what we were.
The present always finds me
It pulls me away
from the memories
I keep reaching for,
leaving me clinging
to fragments of the past
small pieces
of what once was,
pieces I didn't know were disappearing
until they were gone.
Stolen from me
one by one,
until all I could hold
was the memory
of being held.
I see that look in your eyes,
That sparkle with shine,
Asking me for something more
That I cannot provide.
I don’t want to hurt you again.
Why give you half of me
When you deserve me at my best,
And I’m just not there yet?
I want to tell you, you can trust me.
Your feelings are safe in my hands,
But I might end up letting go
And chasing after something that’ll hurt me more.
I know you’re what’s best for me if I healed,
If I stayed focused and put myself first.
I could be the man of your dreams,
Instead, I’m like any other man.
I wish I was like Atlas and could carry your load.
I’d tell you my cup is empty, but I can take more.
But I’m on the edge, with one more bad day
Enough to make me spill everything over.
I regret now having once thought
That each new morning fresh hope brought,
And keys were meant to open doors,
Bars on windows protect what's yours,
Steep walls were meant for privacy.
Now I see how wrong one can be!
As I await for my release,
I pray to God for inner peace.
(Honorable mention in Line Gauthier's Bite Size No 147 Contest)
I sip regret
Like it’s vintage wine
No chaos here
Just quite decay
And the truth that colludes
To burn my soul
Swearing in both truths
Every smile
Rehearsed with quite pain
They don’t see
what I hold inside
All the storms that rain in me
I keep my demons close by
Trying not to scream
To fulfill the satanic deeds
While letting the restless chase
The noise they choose.
The aeoniums, after much care, still do not grow,
His plight is of that, oh, how he cares for the flowers,
Though I believe he does not know.
His care for every and all,
Will result in his fall,
To the void, the pit, where only regret thrives,
Where the walls that prevent us from understanding each other shall grow tall.
If I was to regret a thing I had done,
It would be the crushing of those syringas,
So that I may live, unchained by the pressure of others,
So that I could breathe freely from my lungs,
I understand, it was necessary, so I mustn't feel remorse.
But his aeoniums, they still remain,
He preserves them, in the hopes that they will bloom once more,
Though in my mind, it is clear.
They have lived far too long to bloom a second time,
If he does not let go soon, he will miss his own life.
At what point do we reach the turn
The second before the spiral
At the moment of no return
When all regrets are visioned vital
To our demise, the urgency of the blind
Fat with profit driven policy
Ignoring burnt grass, paying no mind
To food shortages that became normalcy
Wrapped up in pathetic fallacy
Autumn hides false prosperity
Imagined lands of Albion's dream
Fields of flourish not concrete seen
Too scared to admit that we are beyond
Any points of green
If killing wasn’t a sin
I could finally win
I could stop living without disobeying God
Something that grows within me, it’s odd
If killing wasn’t a sin
I would slit my throat
Sending all the letters I wrote
Is there anyone who would mourn me ?
Will you, my dear ?
If killing wasn’t a sin
I would jump off a cliff
Right after one of our tiff
Just to make you regret
Just to make you fret and never forget
If killing wasn’t a sin
And I killed myself tonight
Will it be your plight ?
Will you realize that I was worth the fight ?
But killing is a sin
So I would never commit it
Despite everything, I’ll be nowhere in sight
Because your toxicity isn’t worth my time
Turn the pages of time.
Youth discarded like the old abandoned toy.
Regrets a dime a dozen.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2026
Despues de haber no pensado en ti, tu nombre resuena denuevo en mi corazon
Arde por expresar un emocion ahogdor
En el vacio estoy cuando no estas
pero no es culpa tuya
es culpa mia por fracasar
Ganar tu corazon era mi lio, ahora es tu atencion por lo que debo luchar
Tu precencia en mi corazon a la vez que tu aucencia en mi vida traduce como una traición
Porque te conocí
si tengo que vivir sin ti
Esto es sufrir, por favor regresa los amaneceres pintados con tu color
as the day break hits the curtains, emitting a nice warm orange hue
Semejanza a tu amor.
It is now been over a decade
Since the time we first met
Memories that never fade
Finding her hard to forget
Though if l had of stayed
Within that same mind set
The price for love l payed
When my sanity under fret
What felt like a sharade
But looking for an outlet
Memories of her overplayed
With love ,loss ,anger, regret
Old write 2020 part 1 of two
'll take your life before tells.
She She
Every tick drives in further.
It
Moangasp-
Sympathetic motion!
Numbers Arrows.
A jumble of and
Forces
Backwards....and...forwards
Forces
Watcher-watch,
Power of
Anticipation.
Refusal of release!
You
I will gut.
Spill your long strings of seconds like saliva
Drip into my mouth and make me
Digest.
A room, stilled in silent contrition, steeped in repentance.
Freshly dressed Roses at tables end.
Flowers die too; he confesses!
No more will he discern her voice
nor caress the gentle source of her existence.
Slumbered back against the cathedra he
decries the mellow cherub of the cardinal
perched aside his window.
A message?
As he dreams a tormented reflection of his past,
a tear pearls gently down as memories play
Silently in his pain.
He repines only now that; " if only he had been a better man". Hoping in chance that she may forgive.
Cease this pain to not sustain beyond his wish for a moments exchange!
His dream delayed. For his bride of many a year appears, waking him from his mare. In somber refrain he delights. Its you my love!
Never waste a moment to tell her.
i wander back home
a ruby scarf on the hook
the mirror holds light
winter waiting at the door
i stand before going in
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