“Seven Ways I lost You”

I regret falling in love with you—
because loving you in absence
hurts more than never knowing you at all.
I built a home in your heart
but now I wander through ruins alone.
You were the dream that woke me with tears.

I regret our first kiss—
for I can no longer taste the nearness
of your skin, your breath, your body.
That kiss opened a door I can’t close,
and now my lips remember what my hands can’t reach.
It was the beginning of a beautiful ache.

I regret ever touching your soul—
because now your heart is sealed,
and mine still waits at the door.
I offered you my truth, raw and trembling,
but now silence is all you return.
You left me with echoes where a voice once lived.

I regret hearing you say “I love you”—
those words vanished too soon,
like smoke before I could hold them.
You spoke like forever,
but meant only a moment.
Now every “I love you” feels like a lie.

I regret being moved by your romance,
and fooled by its beauty—
for your voice no longer calls my name.
Your promises were petals that withered in my hands,
and your love was a language you stopped speaking.
Now I’m fluent in loss.

I regret the memories we carved together—
because they linger like ghosts,
haunting every dream.
The laughter replays in black and white,
while I wake up to emptiness.
Each moment we shared now cuts a little deeper.

And most of all—
I regret not forgetting you sooner,
because even now, I still ache for what was never truly mine.
I waited for healing, but clung to pain.
You left, but I never stopped looking back.
Some loves are only meant to break us beautifully.