not a poem. #1 - Some days

There are some days where i think of you of what we were of what we had something that others never seemed to understand It never stood right to me to say goodbye it hurt, more than i thought it would but what hurt me more was to see that you didn't even care, not at all. There are some days where i regret you i regret my love to you i regret my faith to you and of course, i regret how i didn't want to let go of you. There are some days where i hate you i hate your voice i hate the memory of you and i hate that i still love you. -feñs