11/10 poetry

you

you

here's to regrets,
here's to what I could have
done or said.

I'd apologize,
but unfortunately,
I have a bit too much pride.
don't take it personally;
it was nice to know you.
I've really got to go and
if I hurt you,
well,

here's to regrets,
here's to what I could have
done or said.

I'd say sorry,
but too bad, so sad,
I'm barely keeping afloat myself.
don't be too offended,
if I did you wrong.
I've really got to leave and
if you're crying,
well,

here's to regrets,
here's to what I could have
done or said.

because while I wish I could stick around,
the feds are here
and that's my cue to run.
if you never regret,
what do you get?

darling, I know you.
and you think you look so cool.
I loved you once,
what a shame, what a shame
that you're now only a regret to me.

take a break from catching up,
you're not going to get here.
as if shutting up and sitting down
is your savior.

here's to regrets,
here's to what I could have
done or said.

you can leave,
you can go.
leave your dirty work to me,
I'll get it over with,
just like I did to us.

here's to you,
here's to you,
here's to your lies and
your music taste, I guess.

here's to you,
here's to you,
here's to your truths and
your filthy friends, why not?

I'd like to say I'll miss you,
or that you were my other half.
but here's to you,
here's to you,
here's to your heart and
your black wardrobe, who cares?

yes, here's to regrets,
here's to what I could have
done or said.