Hello. Meet my friend; Regret, he’s called. His face resembles the guy you’re attracted to, The one who flirts and likes to have you around, Keeping you up at night, As you toss and turn and try to sleep. His sickly, sweet voice whispers lullabies of failure in your ears, As his unrepentant fingers wrap around your spine, Trying to bend your gracile will. Regret is an accomplished shape shifter. The unsaid words on the underside of your tongue, The enechoed murmur beneath your breath, The unexhaled tar in your lungs, The undigested fat in your thighs. While I’ve been in an on-off relationship with him, His friends; guilt and misery have had one night stands with me. I give in, To their thoughts with empty intentions That keep reverberating Through my being, Pulling apart my sanity, Thread by thread As I keep falling into a Bottomless chasm of self doubt. He’ll poison your thoughts, As you try to build homes Where conviction does not exist. Collocating innocence and acrimony In your heart, As you seek validation for your actions. Taunting your mind to resuscitate The embers of a fire That once burned bright; But whose smoke Will only choke you now. And he will watch From the shadows, As you fall and fail Trying to slice apart The blades of time. I want to play No part in his charade, For he is a ruin. Beautiful to see, even more so; When you try to paint him. But try living in one Under the walls of his tainted skin And howling bones. For the noise of his breath Screams louder Than my cries ever could.