Regret

Peeking out from behind pages of books,
my past flutters before my
eyes,
opening conversations and
essay topics
for people to study.
It lingers in my
mind,
pulling paint and tape and
posters
off the walls of my room,
showing me how
bare
how naked
how simple
life really should be.
Post-it notes covered in
scrawled vines of
poetry and sarcasm
blanket the bed I sleep upon,
a quilt of love-hate and
everything in between.
I want to breathe
"I'm sorry"
into the lungs of the world
and stay there,
safe,
while she grows around me,
until
I can find
your truth.
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