She covers her scars with ink filled flowers.
Patches of tiny weeds growing through the cracks of her body.
She hopes to one day be covered so society doesn't see her past mistakes.
Her mother always told her that the best art appeared through
disaster and heartbreak.
Fast forward 60 years and her mother was right.
She's the artwork her mother always said she would be.
She finally
Ever bloomed.

Regret is all I feel towards you.
No longer sadness nor anger.
Just regret.
I regret that I threw my whole soul into you.
Regret that I mourned over the loss of you.
What I regret the most is,
loving you.
Love is supposed to be warm and face aches due to smiling too hard.
Instead,
all it was, was a guessing game.
True or False.
Today or Never.
The only feeling I have towards you is
Regret