RegretA Poem by rhane118It’s funny how regret works after everything is said and done, and you look back on all that happened. You end up regretting the small things, the little things, the minuscule things; you don’t regret the root, the cause of all your pain. But those small things grow like weeds from that root, filling you with thorns of regret: you regret showing up late that one time, for you lost those precious seconds, you regret not saying that witty comment, for you lost that genuine smile, you regret not falling asleep in your arms, for you lost that chance to feel safe and warm, and you regret not stealing that one last kiss, for you lost your chance to ever do it again. In the end, you face those regrets, and notice they are all the small things, and you wonder why you don’t regret the root, because the root hurt you and scarred you and caused you pain that pushed you to the point of tears. That’s just regret, and it’s funny how it works. Because you may regret me, but I will never regret you. © 2016 rhane118 |
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Added on April 21, 2016 Last Updated on September 4, 2016 Authorrhane118PAAboutI've never been great at these things so I'll just give you all the basics: -- I'm a girl -- I love to read and write (obviously) -- I play the violin -- My favorite TV show is Stargate SG-1 --.. more..Writing
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