Regret is a curious illusion,

It is depressing really,
How quickly a heart can change;

How quickly we can forget and dismiss
the feelings we had at the time of
making a decision.


Sometimes I feel like I'm not being
true to myself and
the person I have always been.

But lies can be beautiful things
and in them, if you stay long enough,
you can find another self
to, ironically, be true to.

The fact is I would do the same thing again.
A thousand times over.
And each time, as this time, I
would wish it didn't have to end.

It's a rude awakening from a romantic's paradigm
of believing in the one

because I wish I could say I don't love her too.






I wish people would stop taking the time
to read the poetry in my eyes;
because falling in love is an easy thing to do
and I love the feeling
far too much to stop you.