‘tell me how regret feels like,’
‘—it’s a bitter green, so bitter you mistake it for sweet it tastes like the unripened mangoes you ate in july
it smells like your sun-dried clothes after a swim in the ocean
lingers like the dead bird that crashed on your front door
it feels like that time you couldn’t speak, when the stares bore into your back
it is the sound of your parents’ fading footsteps
a little kid lost in an amusement park
feels like the end of a race you lost
torn papers fluttering from your desk, blown away by the door you left ajar
a monster, regret is.
and this may sound cliche[for there are many monsters]
but regret is the worst of them all, because they stack up like the assignments by your bedside
the thing is, you can burn those papers
you can’t burn regret.
is the ‘I’m Sorry’s that pile up in your throat
is when you have the universe in your eyes
but failed to let the world see it.
I apologize if the title is not what it means; I thought it looked really cool. I wrote this when I was in 7th grade, and revised it a bit.