Love and Regret - An ongoing story

No introduction needed. It's clear what it represents. 

Not only for where I'm at now, but for others who have been through similiar, contemplating it, or never to experience it. 

I'm an emotional person. Perhaps too sensitive. But I don't shy away from that. 

Love, regret and reality

 

Sitting alone

With my thoughts

Her

On Repeat

Imagined scenarios

(What you might be up to)

And possibilities of Us

Never to be.

 

I am the Composer

Of my own pain Orchestra

Caught in the sound cycle

Unable to down volume.

 

I don’t know how

To switch it off.

 

The most intense relationship

I’ve experienced

It almost killed me

My nervous system collapsed

I didn’t want to live

I couldn’t see a way out.

 

Yet now,

I bypass the damaging behaviours

And think solely

Of your many good traits

And your beauty

And your touch

The love we shared

Knowing

I’ll never hold you again.

It kills me.

 

Actioned by me

Believing,

Rightly

That there was no other option.

 

I gave it my all

And more

It brought me undone

Yet, I miss you

And wish against reality’s

Unflinching harshness

That there

Could have been

Another way.

 

 

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