Commitment & Regrets
Commitment
I want her
In ways
I’m afraid
To admit
Regrets
I’ve dialed her number
countless times
since the night
we last spoke,
so much for
letting
go.
Foolish pride
ended apologies
before sorry left my throat.
Losing her, a tremendous regret
A realization she will never know.
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we are often our own worse enemies... that being said, everyone is not for and about us, no we for them... no matter how it might seem. one half of a dream only works if the other half fits
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