Regret is her lips on my mouth
swallowing my sadness until it’s gone
until the tears stop
the laughing begins
and I am content
but she is still cracked

Regret is not telling her she meant something
meant more than anyone else
i miss her still

Regret is loving him when you were the one I needed
I chose him and not you and it was a mistake
i regret it everyday
everyday when he kisses me good morning
because i love him, i do, but he’s not you

Regret is lying to you
when you asked me for the truth
Do you love me?
If you really don’t I’ll leave for good.
I don’t love you. Please leave.
i want you back
but i love him too
and i know I can’t have both of you
but i do
i want both of you and I don’t care if that’s greedy
at least I’m not lying anymore, right?

Regret is never saying any of this