regrets.
Sometimes I regret going to that party,
Letting you talk to me
And getting to know me.
I regret letting you give me a kiss,
Making me stay for the night
And opening my heart to you.
I regret not sneaking away from your room fast enough,
So you could never ask for my number
And send a “hello” message from my phone to yours.
I regret texting for weeks,
Letting you ghost me for two,
Wondering “what did I do wrong?”.
I regret wasting my time thinking about you,
Consulting an empty bottle of wine every day
And not sleeping at night.
I regret going to the bar when you showed up at my place,
Catching up like nothing happened
And letting you stay for the night.
I regret letting you come back,
Dating four times a week,
Laughing out loud
And visiting new “our” places.
I regret starting to know you better,
Realizing what you like and what you don’t,
Having late-night talks,
And letting you be my home.
I regret letting you shower me,
Touching my skin gently,
And taking care of me when I needed it.
I regret having those silent moments that are too loud,
Staring at your beautiful eyes
And kissing each part of each other.
I regret letting myself fall in love with you,
Talking about our future,
And letting you feed my thoughts with your words.
I regret not expressing my thoughts,
Keeping my emotions and fears to myself,
Letting you go far away without knowing.
I regret walking through the city,
Finding you in different places,
And crying over “your” song everyday.
But sometimes what I regret the most,
Is that I don’t regret anything.
