𝒴ℴ𝓊'𝓇ℯ ℴ𝓃 𝓎ℴ𝓊𝓇 ℴ𝓌𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝒹 － 𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℴ𝒻 𝓅ℴℯ𝓂𝓈

19

I regret a lot

Of the things I've done.

The lying,

The crying,

The wasted time.

But most of all,

I regret never appreciating you enough.

I never realized

How much you sacrificed

For me.

Everything you gave up,

The nights you spent crying,

And all of the hurt you endured.

I wish I could go back

And just tell you how much

I love you

And appreciate you,

Rather than trying to make up for lost time

As I grow up,

And we grow apart.