On nights like these,
When it’s 4 AM and I can’t sleep,

I count my sins;
All the heartbreaks I’ve caused,
The hands I did not hold,
The memories I’ve forgotten,
The words I chose to be unspoken,
The love letters I did not send;
Tracing scars,
Haunting past wounds.

I ask myself;
Is it worthwhile to be–

Ergo, I choose not to,
Accept my losses,
But learn from them.

I still love a little bit more.

Regret, was never my forte.

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                                                     ~Adhura~