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"This Regret Of Miscommunication"

Written by Alana Cheng

Coming back with the latest of how there would only come from the heart of how I could never seem to think up a lot of the plans to move on forward with everything of all the opinions of how I can move forward in my own way by now in the minutes that have come with everything that happens with the belief of a very good reason that still remains unknown in my heart of the miscommunication to leave me in tears from the inside of the ones that I have cried over a million times from how there wouldn't seem to be of anything all to how there would ever have been of something without the intake of regret to how there was never really anything all the more to remember everything of all the good things as to how there was something so wonderful about every little thing to how I couldn't comprehend at the time, but only for a short minute of everything that I've gone to great lengths of reaching out for something as good as this forever from the very beginning to search for the meaning of something that is still the belief of something so good and bold in the beauty of how there was ever really anything out there to how there would be the sadness of heartache of this hardship that I have inflicted upon myself to leave you behind in letting me walk away just like this and for you to let me slip away is just the very thing that destroys me to the very core of my heart and soul, as with everything that you are taking with you of this miscommunication of letting out all of your anger towards me for which is understandable on your part as I have never been so good about how I've reacted in the first place, but the loss of you to walk out and to let me slip through the cracks so mercilessly is just the icing on the cake for the months of all the weeks that I have spent alone in the silence of the tears that won't seem to fall on the outside, but from the inside, I am flooded with every mixture of emotions that won't seem to quite for as long as I am living and breathing in every part of my own doing to the sadness of all that was ever wrong to begin with from here, as I have never really stood on such solid ground in going from shift to shift with everything that I have never truly painted such a good picture of from the start.