Do you regret it?

Getting wrapped up with me knowing that months down the line you'd wouldn't want me anymore.

Do you regret it?

The nights that we laid wrapped up in each other's arms, skin to skin, watching your favorite movies.

Do you regret it?

Keeping me, keeping us a secret

Do you regret it?

The way that you treated me.

As if I was someone to confined in that would make you feel loved and for me to not expect anything in return.

A part of me regrets it all.

Allowing myself to get wrapped around your finger after you telling me you couldn't forsee the future

I regret letting you see my skin, I regret holding onto hope that there might be more, I regret the quiet nights that only we knew about.

I regret keeping silent in front of the public eye and acting as if there was nothing between us.

I regret allowing you to treat me the way you did, staying silent and letting you think that it was okay to treat me like that.

I regret it.

But deeper still, I regret losing myself in the echo of your words,

Trading my peace for the comfort of your fleeting touch,

Thinking love could be found in the shadows of your indifference.

I regret the dreams I built on the shaky ground of your half-promises,

The moments I gave away, believing they were safe in your hands,

The fragments of my heart I let you carry, only to be shattered in your absence.

I regret the silence I wrapped around my own voice,

The strength I buried to keep your fragile ego intact,

The nights I spent deciphering your mixed signals, hoping for clarity in your confusion.

But perhaps most of all, I regret not loving myself enough to walk away sooner,

To see my worth beyond your temporary affection,

To realize that I deserved more than the crumbs of your attention.

Do you regret it?

Or do you sleep soundly, unburdened by the weight of what you left behind?

Do you regret it?

Regret

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