Your words

I regret
Saying
I love you
Too many times
That it became a
Foreign thought

I regret
Not saying
I’m sorry
Whenever I lost
All control
And to me
I was always to blame

I regret
Falling
In love with
Your words
And fingers
Thinking they were
My only option
For settlement

I regret
Not being what
You wanted
When I told you
You were what
I needed

But I don’t regret
Saying good-bye
When I wasn’t
Your plastic Jesus anymore
And I love you was always
A foreign thought
And I’m sorry was
The most imperative
Regret
You never felt
(Or even tried to)