My Biggest Regret

My Broken Heart

What am I doing here?

I fell on my face again
groveling at your feet
and somehow I
don’t know how
I got there.

I always knew
I would regret this,
lament keeping you
around when I should
have known better.

But such is my reality.

You always did have a way
with your tender words,
urging me nearer.

I can’t leave now,
not until you
break my heart

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