things i regret, and things i never meant

i wish i could write a poem about what i regret;
like wasting two years on you, darling,
or like tripping on cellos,
or like not telling her "i love you"
because you told me not to.
(but maybe, just maybe, i'd regret that too)
but, regardless, there wasn't a time i wasn't happy,
that i also wasn't fucking infatuated with you.
you fucking whore, if i wrote a poem about what i regret,
it'd be a letter to you.
but i could never sign my name.