Someday you are going to regret
The things you did
The words you said
& how you left !

Someday you are going to regret
The promises you broke
The tears you gave
The mistakes you made

Someday you are going to regret
The fantasies you shattered
The heartache you gave
The pain you awake

Someday you are going to regret
The scars you gave to someone's heart
The burden you left on someone's chest
& how you left.

I
Don't
Know
****

Honestly, I'm always
gonna be the one
that cares too much
about the people I
love.
Sometimes I think
it's a burden..
Other times I
think I'm blessed
to be this way.

hand holding
is such a
beautiful thing,
two different
hands intertwined
to make one.

the worst thing I’ve ever done
was letting the world
know that I write,
it’s not the 2am phone calls
asking if I’m okay,
it’s not the regret of
of relationships or
the running away,
it’s the look in my mothers
eyes when I write about dying,
it’s the regard to kin
when holding certain
emotions in,
forging positivity
and relaying
the antiquities
of struggle,
the minuscule
moments of will
drill into minds
painting all kinds
of doubtful abstracts,
creating spousal transacts
of how to fix their son,
it’s not the questions
about what I mean when I
say my skin spits goose flesh
or my eyes wrap yesterday
in spruce mesh that
eventually frays,
it’s the days where
I get kindred
phone calls
wondering if I’ll pick up
because of writing
the night before
stating that
I’m skating
on thin ice,
I dont want them to worry
I’ll be fine,
but for now it’s the pen
that has to unwind
the noose from
confining words
I refuse to say.

The one who
Get under ur skin

Because cutting hurts less than you...