These Hidden Words

Hollow Reminiscing

Sometimes I regret meeting people.

Sometimes I regret hurting people.

Then I remember that meeting people lead me to you.

Then I remember that I hurt people because they hurt me over and over again.

But sometimes I lay in bed at night,

And I remember how you used to make me feel.

Those wickedly soft touches and angelic whispers ghosting over my skin,

The sweetest torture and the cruelest reward.

I remember, and then I'm back to regretting. 

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— 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧