#loveandregret
__Mr, Mr__ —
I heard you said you’re a bad kisser,
maybe cause your lips never learned
what love you're supposed to go after.
You freeze mid-moment like you’re scared
she’ll see the ghosts you keep behind
your awkward laugher
__Mr, Mr__ —
She could have bought you a Ford
just for you to focus— keep pushing
forward, but my mind kept on stalling,
I think she changed her hair once —
soft brown to the color of her healing —
but **** I never noticed.
__Mr, Mr__ —
She said she was waiting for me to kiss
her first, but **** I never noticed.
It’s my fault — I was raised to be cautious,
I was taught love was something you approach
like a stray dog, slow and quiet, hand out first,
hoping it doesn’t chew out your emotions.
__Mr, Mr__ —
No I’m not her Mr — just the man
who never moved, never noticed,
and never said stay. Just her bad kisser.
Oct 27, 2025
Oct 27, 2025 at 2:50 AM UTC
your love
plays guitar
but hides in a harmonica case
your lies
sweet to them
poison to me
if regret could ****
i would be gone
only my perfume
left in the wind
a ghost you chase
never knowing
we ended
before we began
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 6:34 AM UTC
When you were my Yes;
In a world full of Nos
You were the only calm I knew
Before I knew how it felt to lose,
You were the open sunny skies
Before I knew the cold winter
The way we stitched stars to our dreams…
And the way you didn’t have to ask my heart
I just recognized it on my own!
Our love was so loud..
Wild and fierce and untamed..
but It could not get louder than the voices…
the voices I was raised to obey..
and voices built cages to tame its flame
which is why the fire dimmed….
And even when I walked away
It broke me in pieces where noone could see!
And ever since I have worn silence;
I have worn silence like second skin
But you have lived in every quiet that I entered
Memories of you crawl to me
They find me in my every breath
They find me in my shadow
and just like that
I carry you like my breath
which I dont know to exhale-
I am just an endless tide pulled trembling to your hidden shore.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 2:23 AM UTC
I watched from afar, my heart heavy with guilt,
The boy, standing cold, as her tears gently built.
She stood before him, fragile and small,
And whispered, "I’m sorry," though it wasn’t her fall.
Her eyes, still tender, though broken inside,
Offered an apology she had no need to provide.
She bowed her head, as if to confess,
For the heartbreak he caused, in all of its mess.
He stood unmoved, oblivious, blind,
To the storm he had left, to the damage he’d signed.
Yet there she was, with no fault to bear,
Offering sorrow, as if life were fair.
She spoke of mistakes, of things left unsaid,
While the boy, in his silence, let the guilt spread.
It wasn’t her fault—no, it never was,
But there she stood, broken because—
She thought the fault was hers to own,
That somehow, she’d left him alone.
But I saw the truth, though they didn’t—
He was the one who should have been repentant.
Her apology was like a fragile plea,
For love he had shattered, carelessly.
Yet, she still bowed, still bore the weight,
While he, untouched, sealed her fate.
I stood as a witness, aching inside,
For a girl who deserved so much more than to hide.
Her apology was a gift undeserved,
From a heart broken, yet still preserved.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 8:14 AM UTC