I regret ever even being with you.
You USED me.
You LIED to me.
You told me I was EVERYTHING.
I regret even bringing you into my life.
I regret believing you.
I haven't even THOUGHT of you in the past couple days.
You know why? Cause I'm getting better.
I'm getting over you and your stupid lying, your stupid cheating. You're an idiot and I regret even letting you into my fucking world.
And oh man, you can bet that if I ever see you again, i'll do something I WON'T regret.
It'll be slapping you upside your stupid face.
So watch your back, because I'm not gonna regret it.
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryMy certain "you" is a person. They're gone and I'm slowly learning how to deal with it. This book is completely non fiction, as it's every thought straight from my head.
