I feel the death
of a piece of me
at every regret.
Each breath squeezes tthrough
the hole left in my heart
from each false start I have made.
reels me in into the decay of grief
of loss of time and love.
clawing at me
bending me to break...
"Everything happens for a reason".
Even the pain?
It last longer than the seasons
leaving a lasting stain.
Nothing is ever your fault
if you say it with your whole chest
it will leave you in distress,
because you mutliple your pain,
leaving you drained with nothing to gain.