The Regret Before Me
Moving on gives us the power to take souls.
You asked me if I have any regrets – well, I don’t.
So don’t expect me to think about us because baby, I won’t.
We locked eyes through it all and when I poured my heart out you chose not to say a word;
Your voiceless action making it clear of the safety you preferred.
The regret that stands before me is not that of my own,
And reading into spineless hints is a past I’ve long outgrown.
If you have something you would like to say I’d love to hear you speak,
If not, remain silent while I rise within my own mystique.
The regret was mine until I let you go,
And now I see that you became regret because you never let your feelings show.
So now I say, goodbye regret and I hope that you find peace,
And as for the experiences you never lived, you really should release.
About the Creator
Jollyoddbod Poetry
Here I am, and here I'll stay;
Like the moon in the darkness that refuses to fade.
Clouds will cover, but cannot take from my reign;
Mark this as the moment that they realise, as they scoff with distain.
They fell asleep, I cannot be blamed.
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