This is not a poem about the poem you've carved into my mind months ago, or how the words somehow reached my bloodstream, or even about the moment I realized that with every heartbeat my body will give, I will always be cursed with a reminder of you and the the things that could've been but never would be. This is not a poem about how I could delete everything we've ever had, but I still cannot erase my feelings I have had for you. This is not a poem about how I cannot forget, or perhaps how I do not wish to forget the only person who made me feel something.

This is not a poem.
*This is regret