regrets

You are the whisper out of darkness

Murmured through pursed lips

The dip in temperature

A chill that sits against

The brim of misting eyes

That hides in hopeless sighs

And I think I’ve lost you

To your ghost, your name

Hosts all these bones

In closest mocks me taunts

and worse yet

I fret that all this emptiness

Is just a mockquet

this is leading up to something.

A real piece of work

Titled regrets, lets

Reflect on your unsettling lack of subtleties

My role model , how sad is that

All dressed in drunk swag stagger

A fake front you called confidence

And vulgarity you called humor

I will swallow all these distant dreams

Let you settle in my mind then I’ll call you tumor

Call you tremor call you st st stutter

Call you all the words I never uttered

I could just call you my fathers mother,

But that leads with some misconception

I can’t conceive as an accurate description

So listen I’ll just end this in love and pain and stress

We’ll leave in silence and different pains in our empty chests

I guess we’ll be leaving holding our breaths and i'll just keep on living

with these regrets.

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