regret

Regret is something worth forgetting

For what it is stains your brain

Not saying

As it is to what you’ve found

Makes it seem alright for it to be so

As what it will be for the days, months, years

Only to have conned ourself out of the inevitable

For is it conceited to show someone you care

But in the end leave you in utter despair

To know that you might have been there.