Perhaps I would, I will,

Not for my pride,

But to spite you, still

Caught inside.


Impossible to shake free,

Tangled in the breath and touch

And yearning of memory-

Every break a crutch.


Maybe one day

I’ll do whatever must be done,

To hear you say

I am your one


and only regret.

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