I only feel regret
when I see you without me.
I wish I would have told you that secret
then you wouldn't have had to leave.
A single tear drops
when I see a picture of you.
My world stops
when I think of the heart that I bruised.
I read our old text,
even though I told you I deleted your number.
It's there, along with the bitterness I detect.
I guess I'm left to wonder,
what we could've been,
because my mind wasn't where it should've been.
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