The Regret Before Me

You asked me if I have any regrets – well, I don’t.

So don’t expect me to think about us because baby, I won’t.

We locked eyes through it all and when I poured my heart out you chose not to say a word;

Your voiceless action making it clear of the safety you preferred.

The regret that stands before me is not that of my own,

And reading into spineless hints is a past I’ve long outgrown.

If you have something you would like to say I’d love to hear you speak,

If not, remain silent while I rise within my own mystique.

The regret was mine until I let you go,

And now I see that you became regret because you never let your feelings show.

So now I say, goodbye regret and I hope that you find peace,

And as for the experiences you never lived, you really should release.