each time you say

that you regret leaving

when you did

you stick a knife

right through my heart

each tear you cry

are droplets of

my blood gushing

out of my veins

crippling me

you mourn what you lost

so much that i wonder

if you gained anything

at all when youchose me. . .

you tell me over and over

that you love me,

and i believe you

each and every time,

i just wonder if you would ever

love me as much

as you loved, scratch that,

still love her?

i knew i would

never be able

to compete with her,

i never intended to. . .

i shouldn't have to. . .

she's in the past

yes, colorful, loving,

wonderful and all the

damned superlatives

but then again,

she's in the past. . .

i am your now

i would love to

be your future too

but your feet are still

stuck in what was

you say you regret

all that you used to have

will you feel the same pang

for what you might lose again?