a (potentially fictitious) delineation of self

i think i might have
cried tonight, but it's been so
long that i forget

what it is like to
feel. like, actually feel.
i fucked (most of) it

up and i regret
it every single day but
there's nothing i can

do now, because soon
she'll be gone and may or may
not forget about

me. i hope it's the 
latter of the two, so some
day i can see her

again. she said there's
something about me that she 
can't get over or

let go.