The weight feels lighter as days go by,
A fragile peace grows in its place.
The pain, though present, starts to wane,
A quiet calm begins its trace.

Yet when the night wraps 'round my mind,
And silence reigns beneath the moon,
Her name still whispers through the dark,
A bittersweet and fleeting tune.

Her memory lingers in the still,
A shadow soft, yet sharp and clear.
Though I’ve convinced myself I’ve healed,
She finds a way to reappear.

Time gently works to mend the scars,
And hope is something I’ve begun,
But even now, her ghost remains,
A chapter that I can’t outrun.

I regret loving you,
Regret giving you my life,
Regret making you my world.
Regret knowing you.

I regret doing things for you,
I regret writing you poems too.
I regret believing in all you’d do,
I regret everything about you.

No, you wouldn’t change a single bit,
Not your words nor actions fit.
The same old ways, the same old game,
Nothing about you ever changed.

I wasted my years thinking you’re "The One,"
A mistake I wish could be undone.
Oh, how I wish to turn back time,
So our paths would never align.

They say pain builds strength, but not for me,
It carved out doubts where hope should be.
Each scar, a whisper, each wound, a sigh,
It didn’t make me stronger, it made me ask why.

Why did love turn to fleeting sand,
Why did it crumble right from my hand?
The life I built, the years I gave,
Now feel like echoes in an empty cave.

Was it all real, or was it pretend?
A fragile story with a sudden end.
This pain doesn’t forge, it doesn’t renew,
It just leaves me asking, “What was true?”

And still, her shadow lingers near,
A haunting presence I’ll always fear.
No time can bury, no peace can hide,
The ghost of her that lives inside.

The world she longed for, she finally found,
A circle of care, where love abounds.
While I remain in this hollow space,
Alone with echoes I can't erase.

The roles we played have come undone,
She found her light, I lost my sun.
Where I was her rock, now I am air,
Invisible, forgotten, lost in despair.

Her laughter blooms with others near,
While I drown in memories I hold dear.
The life we shared feels so far away,
A shadow cast by brighter days.

Now she feels cared, now she feels free,
While loneliness wraps its arms around me.
Our paths diverged, her world expands,
But I’m left holding empty hands.

I gave her a haven, a place to belong,
A shield from the chaos, a place to grow strong.
I offered my heart, my time, my embrace,
Only to hear it was all out of place.

She says she felt pressured, confined in my care,
That my love was a burden too heavy to bear.
Regret, she whispers, for years spent with me,
A shadow cast over what I thought we could be.

I didn’t mean to make her feel so constrained,
I tried to bring comfort, not leave her pained.
Yet now, I’m the villain in her story’s refrain,
The one who brought heartache, the source of her strain.

But still, I wonder, was it all in vain?
The love that I gave, the joy, and the pain?
Though she may forget, I carry the cost,
Seven years of my love, now seen as lost.

My pen trembles with this final verse,
A love once blessing, now a curse.
With every word, I set you free,
This is my final act—no more of me.

No more whispers of what once was,
No more tracing love’s fragile flaws.
This chapter ends, the ink runs dry,
Goodbye, my love, this is goodbye.