Since I wasn't in class this week, I figured I post something in the "free" category. So here we go.
What is regret?
Is it that I never see you?
Is it not being able to forget you?
Is it the simple fact that I made this happen?
Is it knowing that my life will never be the same?
No, regret is none of those measly, surface-dwelling things.
It is the pentangle in my stomach, a knot beyond repair.
It is the coal in my throat, burning with every word.
It is the pain in my limbs as I trudge forward.
It is the look I get, or don't get, from you.
I ruined us, forever and ever.
That is regret.
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