Drugs! Heartbreak! Pain!
Stay away from our families
Parents who cover and sugarcoat our lives
Not letting us know about true suffer
Such as homeless, disease, death, love.
Our exposure to terrible things is limited
To make our childhood a little more bearable
Keeping us Little Ones away from the “monsters”
And the
“Bad guys”
But aren’t telling us that they’re just like you and me.
Our exposure is limited to what the world
Truly is.

© Regan

I wasn’t done.
I couldn’t fix you.
I wasn’t helping you.
I want you still.
I hate that I let myself keep holding onto you.
I wasn’t obsessed with you
But it hurt.
It hurt as bad as a sharp knife
Into clean skin.
I know better,
Than to be hung up over someone,
Someone who hurt me the way they did.
I was foolish to believe something could last,
And it didn’t.
Not even close.
You are my true heartbreak.

© Regan

Early morning
when I first adjust my eyes
10:00 am on a weekend
feeling fresh and rejuvenated
The crisp morning air,
filtrates through my rough lungs.

Feeling alive as ever
but still tempted to go back to sleep.
My blue curtains
making my whole room feel bright,
as the sun seeps through them.
These Mornings
just make me feel good.

© Regan

Here I am
Looking at the edge
About to loose
The only thing
I have left
But the thought
of you
Makes me stop.

This edge will only
Stop the pain
Temporarily
Loving you
Is most definitely
Infinite

© Regan

Covering all that you are.
It makes each and every person
We destroy our bodies
Tattoos, piercings, needles.
Why do we destroy the thing
That’s been there since day one?

What do we do?
We destroy it more.
Until we rot in our graves.
Covered in destruction
Of what we’ve always known.

From picking at your fingertips
To slitting our wrists.
Destroying ourselves
For pain and pleasure
But we all end up six feet under anyways,
What is the big deal?

Express yourself.
Get that nose piercing,
Get that tattoo.
Do what you want,
As long as you don’t regret it.
Your flesh, your story.

As I am from Kentucky,
Does it even matter to me?
Only my future children
Will care where I’m from.

Soon forgotten of me.
Just as ancestors before..
I will just be a speck in what’s to come
Unimportance.

I’m meaningless
What difference do I make?
In a world we’re babies are born constantly
And immortality undiscovered

Legends before me, will soon be forgotten
Is life even worth it?
Does my existence matter?
What is the point of this...?

To those who really know me
Will only be the ones to miss me
When it is my time
To leave.

© Regan

Girl falling for the guy
Same romantic love story
Your grandmother talks about
The love you feel holds passion
But it feels the same
Typical

Until you show me what it feels like
To truly be in love
Glances over the shoulder
Words that take my breath away
love that I’m addicted to
Love like none before
Believe it or not
It’s not that typical.

© Regan