I Miss You, But I Regret Loving You
I miss when my head was able to rest on your toned chest.
Those times were unmistakably the best.
When I could hear your rapid heartbeat in my hollow ear.
Now when I look back, I realize that those times are mere.
Presently, I am a lonely mess.
Just wishing you could hold me, and I could once again rest my head on your chest.
I miss your stunning smile.
I haven’t seen it appear on your resplendent face in quite a while.
I miss how your hands were entangled in mine.
How our hearts were invisibly entwined.
We had a connection.
What mutilated our connection was my infection.
I’m so sorry I’m fucked up.
I’m sorry I’m not good enough.
I’m so sorry that I ever loved you.
Love me, how could you?
I need to learn to let go.
My thoughts run to and fro.
Keep him in my heart?
Or get rid of him with Satan’s venomous dart?
I can’t be so sure.
But I know now that you are not my cure.
I’m so sorry that I ever loved you.
I felt this way about a special someone a while back... I loved him a lot. We drifted apart.
Now I learned that everything happens for a reason. But he broke me. I am so sorry that I ever loved him.
