Colours of wine
course through my veins,


gérer ça chérie!
Je ne regrette rien.

Today, I woke up with regrets,
but no, don’t get me wrong.
I never regret meeting you,
a hectic mid-afternoon at the field.
I never regret the days we spent,
your arms held us close.
I never regret holding your hand,
fingers intertwined at all.
I never regret the intimacy,
your touch leaves marks.
I never regret it, no.
But I do regret
holding on to chances, I thought I got something to look forward to.
I regret being certain, I assumed
this entire book could be written.
I regret giving myself
but has only left me torn asunder.
I regret letting this happen,
I should have been wiser.
I regret not holding enough.
I regret not doing enough.
I regret not being enough.
Today, I woke up with regrets,
but no, I’m not blaming you.
After all, there’s no one to blame to but my expectations.
You did nothing wrong, baby
It’s my fault,
I broke my own heart.

Why do I feel so alone?
Why do I keep pushing away people?
I feel like I'm in an ocean drowning on my own
I feel like everything's going to crumble

Probably its my own fault
for building an iron wall encasing my soul
Is it dumb of me to think
That someone will destroy it in a blink

I realized it too late
I realized it too slow
now I feel alone because of my mistake
I feel like there's nowhere left for me to go

irony,
the freedom of
putting off maturity
but my regrets remain in poetry

J'ai laissé l'océan de mes souvenirs
Emporter l'écume de mes regrets