Regret

The sudden sense of cold feet,

As I run into my past highlighted as him,

The impossibility of removing you,

From my nostalgic heart,

We went to the bar of my regrets,

And I asked for the warmth of whiskey’s burn,

 

            A brushstroke of fake blue,

To symbolize the denial I found,

Thanks to my memory of your brown eyes,

            And another of plastic yellow,

To interpret the dance,

You danced with reassurance dedicated to me,

            Some spicy red to represent,

How your scent bathed my pillow,

Followed by how I drowned in your comfort,

 

Primary colours have never been duller,

And my sadness never brighter,

More than an infinite number of reasons,

To live with the oblivion of that night,

Murders are blamed on the innocent,

And liars win over juries.

 

            If I continue painting reminiscent images,

I might as well give the deaf a voice,

And the handicapped wings,

            This time illustrating the reality of regret,

When I told you about our destiny,

And you told me I was dreaming,

            After the walk of shame in the sky,

Or on a beach without an ocean,

Either way, both blue.

 

The taste of a goodbye,

From those eyes mentioned before,

Tired of the kisses they never gave me,

I would have given them more,

Than what they stole,

The morning after has no heart.

Reviews

[Jo March]

Beautifully written. Very relate-able. Love it