regret

by Raine Wynd

what is real? what is truth?
the wisps of illusion holds us captive like birds
or is it the fragile wings of fantasy that bind us?
what i felt deep inside was more real
than the heat of your breath on my tanned skin
how could i have known you felt the same?
the words to ask didn't tumble off my tongue
like toddlers doing cartwheels in a field
and the rusted chains of fear kept me
imprisoned in a dungeon of doubt
as much as i wanted to believe
you were my prince charming
i was too caught up in believing
i was nothing more than a servant girl
shoot me please i need the sharp pain
to make me remember how to feel
all that's left of my soul is eons of blackness --
this aching empty space where my heart used to be --
and i'm drowning in a sea of sad, silent tears
i should've known better than to kiss you goodbye

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