I
do regret
the mistakes
I had made
to you
but I regret more
realizing
it should've been
somebody else
I had
made it with
YOU ARE READING
Albeit flawed,
PuisiI was basking under the sun-the waves muffle the sound of my breathing; and I bury myself with cautionary confidence in the sand and with it the memory of your four faces. How can something lethal be life-restorative?
