My Deepest Regret

Every day
Loving you
Comes at a terrible price

For every time you whisper
Loving nothings
A part of my heart writhes in torment
Knowing you don’t mean anything
For you don’t see me for who I am

Every day
Loving you
Comes at a terrible price
For I know I have brought it on myself

Choosing you, love, and agony
Is much better than
Choosing me, despair, and a clear conscience

When I must let you go
I will lose a part of myself
Knowing you will never look back
At the person who wanted to believe
In those loving nothings