Regret.
Nibbles away at the tiny corners of the conscious mind.
Preoccupying ones thoughts with remorse and somewhat desire.
Remorse over what is done
and what is to be done.
A desire
to do it again.
Regret.
Not a feeling rather a trait.
Its characteristic
embodied within the human
Its here, and its here to stay.
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 5:35 AM UTC
I carried my burden
Sat at your doorstep
Contemplated a thousand excuses
to not turn to you
to walk away
You opened the door
finding me at your knees
scratches and broken bones
I sank in to your arms
The burden lifted
You are there
Even when I am not here
Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 7:37 PM UTC