You say you regret what happened,
say that you understand it was
a mistake, say you’re sorry, you’re
sorry, you’re sorry- like that’ll help
me trust anyone again, like that’ll
make this situation better, the thing
is, I don’t want your regret, nor
your pity, I don’t want to know how
you feel, and I don’t want your
excuses, because no matter
what you say, it still happened and
you still did it- willingly. Knowingly.
You still chose to take what I gave
and make it into a joke, into a
story to tell, you still chose to
cheapen the moment and I don’t
care about your regret. You can
keep it- all I want is a time machine.
anisha writes 