Thought Spiraling

You don't regret it at all.

You revel in it,

Don't you?

When I see you now

8 years

After what you have done

You brush your hands against me

When no one is looking

You make my stomach churn

My skin itch

You smirk at me

Knowingly

You're aware

Of the damage you have done

And

You

Like

It

You don't regret it all.