Wednesday, January 23, 2008

rsvp regrets only

"I regret that I can't come
I regret the moment we met
and the way you pretended
I regret the sun that day,
it's warmth so artificial,
and I regret the way pain
has taught me nothing.
I regret this invitation,
it's phony formality, it's ink
coming off like sin
on my clean fingers.
Since the day I met you,
I regret everything."

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