Favorite Regret

To my love, who broke my heart,
and to my heart, that still hopes of his love.

"As I stand at the edge of adulthood,
And create another present to live,
I feel your presence, flickering,
And my greedy attempt of reliving.
You tore the remains of me, to shreds,
And yet, it is my heart that begs,
My words that sing, my thoughts that recollect, it's me-
And you, my love, my favourite regret,
Who owns your lonely heart?
The established liar? Or another sunflower?"

Yours always,
Dreamer.

P.s I'm here. I'm here for you.