A poem about lost love
Wishing and regretting the day I met you,
Maybe my hurt would have finally subsided,
Maybe my heart wouldn't be broken.
My world would be upright.
But instead I am stuck with these taunting memories.
Your smile, your eyes, your scent.
They all haunt me in my sleep.
Wishing and regretting i hadn't kissed those lips.
Maybe mine wouldn't burn for yours,
Maybe my body would stop reacting to the memory,
Maybe this desire would go away.
But instead i am tortured with a reminder.
The reminder of your warm hugs, tender kisses, your soft touch
They all scorch my skin excruciatingly.
Just wishing and regretting and thinking of the maybes.
Wishing I didn't still love you, regretting ever loving you, and maybe I won't ever stop loving you.