I regret having told you.
To be honest I'm still not sure why I did. I yearned for something,something I had been seeking in the scattered fragments of myself, like fragments of a shattered mirror and for some reason
I thought I'd find it in you.
I thought you'd tell me it was all gonna be okay, I thought I'd finally feel what it would be like to be loved by you.
I was wrong.
Haunts me, your look of disgust, of devastation, not of what I had told you but that I am yours, your mistake moreover
your biggest regret.
