Regrets (poem)

As this ink paints words on these pages I remember you and how your words hurt,
Not the words you spoke, but the ones your didn’t,
Not the choice you made but the one you didn’t
Your weight crushed me, not the once you put on me, but the one you didn’t -
The weight of your love.
 You gave me a pseudo yoke, its crazy!
You made me believe I got you, every thought I had was about you,
Every battle I fought was not to doubt you, or your love! Damn, foolish me.
They say fools fall in love, well, they probably right,
Cause the words you said gave me sight,
A right perception of my lone naive walk in darkness of false love,
My continued logging for a false future with you,
False dreams, false desires, every hour, every single day.

I wish I could hate you, blow up and use curse words to spite you,
But that isn’t me, your actions can’t change who I am
The arrow of your betrayal pieced deep into my heart though, but didn’t corrupt me.
I have regrets, yes I do! They are regrets of my choices:
Why I told you I love you, why I stayed true to you, why I cared so much about you!
Why, why, why... ? but that's on me.
When fear turns to anger, anger turns to disappointment, and disappointment births Regret
And Regret? Pain!
Then In pain you ask yourself, this question;
“Did I ever love her? “And YES! Screams at your face,
Then finally you ask.” Why Did I ever love her?”
Probably will never know........
{THE END}