regrets? (i'm fine)

It’s four months later

And i still love you.

I haven’t been writing much

Cause it’s repetitive and most of my pens

Have run out of ink.

Besides, i’m all patched together

And doing fine.

Except maybe if i hadn’t lost that earring in your bed

The first time we had sex,

Maybe then i’d actually be fine.

Maybe if i hadn’t asked for your number

(and had someone else clue you in) this summer, i’d be fine.

If i decided not to take that class

If i spent some time on the moon instead

Maybe if i hadn’t flirted

(innocent PG stuff) while texting my boyfriend.

If i didn’t think you were perfect

If you didn’t know

If i were her

If you were here

If the summer stretched through the frost

If i was a little bit more convincing

Maybe then

I’d be fine

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[Paul Bell]

Like this. Like the sprinkled regrets.
Holding on, waiting.
Even when you know waiting is futile.
If only, if only.