You fill me to the brim Like coffee on a Sunday morning. Ive always loved that about you, you never gulped, you never rushed. You paused inbetween, inhaling the brewed coffee beans. You dipped into the cup with love and wonder, Always took little sips to make the feeling last longer.
You're at it again You once again carving patterns into stones You don't leave non Unturned You toss them through the water creating beautiful ripples that sinks to the bottom of the lake. And you say you don't ever regret any of those mistakes.
But I regret you I regret letting you grab onto my body I regret letting you toss me about I regret letting you dust the dirt off me I regret letting you cut into me carving pain into my skin I regret every inch.