If you were to ask me now
If I regret anything about our relationship
I would say that the one thing
That keeps me up at night
Is it that I never got to kiss you
One last time
before you stepped out that door.
I have never once regretted
letting you defile my clean
Unused body in order to help
dig your traumas into a grave titled
"toxic masculinity" for you to one day
take out on a future ex-wife
I was once so sure would be me.
And I never once have regretted
the life with you that I would stay
up at night thinking about.
Our one daughter and house
by the ocean in Seattle still feel
like a piece of me that has been stained
on the nasty blue dorm couch.
No, I've never regretted any of that.
What keeps me up at night
Is the idea that I will never
Have my lips on yours again
After months of imagining
those lips being with me for
the rest of my life.
And because of that
I always make sure I kiss him
before he leaves.
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Poetry Portfolio
PoetryI've got a lot running through my head, I suppose I should write it down. Poems I have written- just decided I may want to share them.
