Regrets

Fall, 2014

I told you I loved you

…….

my ears heard nothing

my heart heard everything

…….

I vowed to not live a life

full of regrets

but there is one that seems

to plague my mind

……

every day

every moment

every second

i regret telling you those words

i regret trusting you with my life

i regret listening to every promise made

i regret falling in love with you

i regret the day we met

i regret giving you so much power over me

power to make me smile

power to make me happy

power to make me come alive

my biggest regret is…you

……

now my heart is torn

now my mind is dazed

life sucks

thanks a lot

…….

Fall, 2014

I told you I loved you

…….

my ears heard nothing

my heart heard everything

“(c) Simone Holloway, 2014”

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9 thoughts on “Regrets

    1. Yeah we do… I wrote this poem when I was really angry (slightly tunnel visioned) and looking back this piece was really harsh. Those regrets were my truth in that moment…I don’t regret meeting this person because yeah it was painful but I’ve learned alot along the way. The thing about regrets is that everyone has them, we just have to make sure we don’t stop living because of them. I’m learning to live in spite of regrets.

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  1. I’m so proud of you Si-mo-mo!!! I’m usually too lazy to read but you write so well! you obviously get it from ME. Keep up the good work.LOOOOOVE you smookypie! hehehe.#you gotta love your lil sister. mwah!

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