I still can't believe!

I still can't believe!

What my lips have done,

Kissing your lips was terrible.

I'm still asking myself.

Why did I stand so low?

Why did I give you a kiss?

I feel awful.

I'm looking at my beloved wife.

The beautiful lady in my life.

I met her just after parting ways with you.

I mean my current spouse.

She's beautiful and tidy.

I kiss her freely.

Unlike you, with those chapped lips.

When I think about you.

I see humiliation.

In you, I see a playground.

I've been practicing to kiss someone.

Yet I regret kissing those lips.

When I think about them,

My heart gets filled with regretful sadness.

Anguish over liking the wrong things.

As I closed my eyes,

I see a bunch of ghosts.

And I see you leading their way.

Then, I ask myself one question. 

Was I kissing a ghost?