Diary of regret....

This poem genuinely happened so was an easy write, its still an open wound however so here I am getting it off my chest.

Is it strange
how we found
eachother,
over a drunk
night sleep?
All that ran
through
my fuzzy thoughts
was that I loved you.
No,
I had corrected myself,
I loved the feeling;
the feeling
of warmth between
the sheets.
The feeling of
anothers
breath in time
with mine.
I pretended to be
asleep,
as you stroked
my hair,
and kissed my forhead.
Is it bad
I waited until
the sun had come up,
before the regret
could step in.
I didn’t slip a kiss on your forhead,
I never gave you a hug goodbye,
it wouldnt
be the last time.
I knew that
from the start,
so like a thief
I crept away
from you,
wondering
how much you
could take before you
too looked at me
with disgust.
Wondering, once again,
what it would’ve
been like,
if it wasn’t
just about the
lust.

Author's Note

Please ignore any grammer/spelling mistakes as I wrote it on my phone. Thank you.

Reviews

[aneeqa]

Life is a gift and u are inspiring me to be thankful for de fact that I hv some restrictions placed on me....... or I would hv died of suffering .... you are strong dear and quite vocal about your regrets...... just dont let urselves hate this life cuz once ghalib (urdu poet) said: everything exists because I exist nd if I wouldn't have existed , what would have existed?......
As a piece of poetry, you have created a scene very well bt every time I read you, the theme encourages me to try to talk to you......overall, well done for de work :)

[Matt Sayer]

The sticky shame of sinful satisfaction, lust over love, a situation all too familiar. You've captured the regret of desire perfectly here. Well done :)

[Kimberley Reid]

Thank you, I'm glad I did, its horrible when you come to the truth of your actions so can't think of anything else than to sneak away, glad you enjoyed though(: