The Regret

dear lover, regret the blood you spilled regret the pain you caused regret the punches you threw regret the skin you cut regret the words you used and regret everything you've ever done and I'll regret giving you my wrists I'll regret letting you in I'll regret letting you hit first I'll regret giving you the blade I'll regret not calling my dad and I'll regret everything we ever did but this is just a poem it's a fake reality I cured perfectly to fit the images in my head because I know you have the blade mounted on your wall and the words tattooed on your skin