i love this feeling of regret.
when something i do is wrong
that sinking of the anchor in what feels like my stomach but i will never truly know

i love this feeling of regret
my face burns the colours of fire and lava and heat rushes my body as if to prepare me for fight or flight
a useless mechanism when you realize that you can not fight nor flight from yourself.
you can only loathe. or accept.

mind you, i'd suggest the latter.

i hate this feeling of regret.
and i'd trade pain a thousand times for this regret to dissipate

oh, how i hate this feeling of Regret.