Regret and thought.

Me and you. You always have a word on what’s about to be said. I don't. But somehow Im always talking and you're not. you think about your words cautiously, and I regret them soon after I tell them. You've never experienced the regret of love and words. I have. Once and once and once again. That's how Im supposed to learn. But how do you learn? I've never see you regret a single word or love. Cause you've never been in love. Or at least you think about if you should be calling it love. I don't. That's why I regret everything, everyday, everywhere, with everyone. And you don't. You think about your words and thoughts. I regret every action and sentence my lips and hips hold. I love you. And you've never thought about it. And maybe, you'll regret it. I love you. And I've always been thinking about it. And I'm sure I'll be regretting it.