Poetry On Regret Novels & Stories

I use that to propel me forward. Those voices of yours are drowned out by the loud thumps of my beating heart, the thumps that are my own cheerleading squad telling me just to try. Just. Try. Just Try. And I know myself now just as I am knowing more about you, is that what I don't want to feel, more than you in my head and my heart, is Regret. Fear, you come and go. But Regret, well, Regret stays forever. And Regret is the most unwelcome guest because, in most cases, I can prevent Regret from coming into my home.

And I didn’t know if he would ever give me the chance to explain that the cruelest thing I said that night, the lie I hid behind had been the loudest proof of how much he meant to me. I looked up at the sky, blinking back tears. “I didn’t want to lose you,” I whispered into the night. But I already had. And for the first time since all of this began, I understood the truth completely: Regret doesn’t arrive quietly. It arrives when it’s already too late. And all you can do is stand in the wreckage of your own words, hoping against all reason that something you broke can still be rebuilt.

Regret was the worst. Regret was sour and bitter, and it tasted so close to the truth I had to fight sinking into it. I want to undo this. To make it right. But I have no idea how. I don't seem to know how to open up to people without getting the door slammed in my face. I wanted to tell him everything, maybe if I'd been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I'd be there with you now instead of here. Maybe... if I'd said, 'I'm so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,' maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn't do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there. And some part of me has never q

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

Can I ever get over her? Tears rolled down my cheeks, as I allowed the shower water to run down my body. Placing my back on the wall, I slid to the ground as tears flowed down my cheeks. I regret having to fall in love with the wrong person at the wrong age. Maybe I deserve someone better. I do. I was lost in thoughts when Clara came to switch off the shower. I just realised the water came off causing me to look up almost immediately. “Ma’am, I’m sorry.”

Tori’s voice was barely a whisper. “It was a mistake.” I exhaled heavily. “But you’re unhappy with your marriage.” “I’ve lived with that for the past three years, surely I can do that for a few more.” “Really? You’re going to do this?” “I ask again. How much to make you leave and keep quiet?” “I don’t want your goddamned money. You’re going to regret this.” She picked up her bag and walked out the door, slamming it behind her. I had to hold myself back from screaming my lungs out. Lately, I found myself doing things and regretting them immediately.

I was so naive to believe that his outburst was proof of love. I laughed bitterly at myself. I never would have guessed that the moment I removed it myself in this lifetime, I would discover its real secret. As I thought that the ring must have been their little love token all along, a wave of nausea hit me. I immediately hurled the ring into the water and let the flood carry it away, along with all the years of my misplaced devotion. Maybe it was the approach of death for the second time that made me so calm, but my mind suddenly wandered to Patrick's locked room.

" Raisa listens carefully to the poems that have accompanied her loneliness, as if giving a special spirit to a sad soul. In the silence of the night, my heart was cut, An invisible wound, yet so deep. I search for meaning in every memory, But only find the debris of regret. O my bride, hear my hope, From the fragile remnant of my faith. I want our love to be as strong as coral, But don't let the longing be eroded by time. We walk the aisle of sorrow, Remembering the smile that once graced the face. Tears flow, erasing the footsteps, Yet the heart persists, despite the sorrow. This sadness is like a never-ending rain, Drenching the earth of the soul, soaking the fragile heart. Yet, in every

Tyler switched the lights on to see her expressions and the blush he saw on her face made him laugh. "Gosh, look at you! You're red as a beetroot." Tyler walked towards her while reading the letter aloud. "My Dove, you know I'm not a man with chaste vocabulary and I don't know shit about how to express my feelings. But I'm trying here for you. I've written and rewritten this letter a thousand times in my mind, trying to find the right words. But no matter how many times I try, I know no words will truly be enough to express the depth of my regret, the weight of my mistakes, or the ache that has consumed...."

Niana’s fingers trembled violently as she tried to smooth the creases of her champagne silk gown for the tenth time. She hated this fabric. It felt cold, exactly like her emotions that night. Looking at her reflection in the grand mirror of the Prescott penthouse, Niana didn't see herself. She saw an asset being polished to be sold to the highest bidder. Don’t throw up, Niana. Just hold on a little longer. Dad needs this. The company needs this.