Regretful Poems Novels & Stories

I taste the metallic tang of a thousand thousand tears, shed across a thousand worlds. I look at our hands, clasped together. I feel his love, a warm, steady current through the Graft. And beneath it… a vibration. A faint, distant echo. A woman on a dusty planet, staring at a closed door, wondering what would have happened if she’d said yes. A general, old and tired, staring at a star chart, haunted by the retreat that became a rout. A child, crying over a broken toy that was also a lost promise. Their regrets. Their sorrows. They are a low, constant hum in my blood. A second heartbeat of loss.

The echoes of what could have been haunt every corner, refusing to fade into silence. Could the tenderness of my mother's touch have eased the anguish in my soul? Tell me, what more did I yearn for? Regret pulls against my desperate desire to forget, a relentless struggle that grips me. Amid the bitter wind, my mother’s ambition shines stubbornly, like candles flickering atop the altar—a vision of hope and expectation that should have faded with time. Yet, it clings to me, an unyielding reminder of a past I cannot escape. When does foolish longing morph into grief?

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

If only she had been kinder, if only she had just listened and kept her opinions to herself, perhaps things would be different now. Regret washed over her in waves, threatening to drown her in its suffocating embrace. She wished she could turn back time, go back to that moment and choose her words more carefully. But she knew that was impossible, and the weight of her mistakes pressed down on her like a crushing burden.

“ I thought that I would let you be and keep to myself but I realise now that it was a mistake. I should have confronted you about the welcome party you threw for her when you said you were going to attend a gala. I was an idiot for believing whatever you say. In a sense, this is my fault. I didn't even mention that I wasn't feeling well and I missed my parents. In case you forgot, my parents died. They have been gone for a long time and this is where they are buried. That is why I came here to visit them. I'm not some crazy stalker like you think but yeah, you can think whatever. I don't care anymore. You can continue taking care of Anna. She matters more to you than I do.” I lost my compos

“Lauren,” Edith called from beside her husband, her voice low but carrying a weight that made it impossible to ignore. She was still holding Joseph upright, one arm wrapped tightly around his shoulders as though afraid he might collapse again at any moment. Her face was pale, drained of its usual warmth, and her eyes were swollen from crying for too long without rest. But what burned inside them now had changed completely. It was no longer fear. It was regret. Her gaze locked onto her daughter with a bitterness so deep it felt like it could cut through flesh.

XENIA’S POV That night, I lit a small lamp and opened the windows in the study. Let the air move through the room. Let the silence stretch out. Then I whispered a quiet promise to the air, to the child beneath my hand, to the self I used to be: “You will not be forgotten.” And I believed it. ENDING SCENE REYNA’S POV They drew their line. And she didn’t cross it. She erased it. With every step forward.

He was determined to make Natalie suffer every bit of what Sasha had endured. He could only seek redemption in this despicable way. With a heart full of guilt, he begged for a lifetime of regret as his sentence. He prayed that he could be her heart in his next life, only to shatter and die the moment she felt the stir of love once more.

Regret. Did Jacob regret it? "I don't know," he said. His throat was dry. He rubbed his aching chest. It felt like someone had slashed his chest open with a knife and left behind thousands of tiny little cuts. The tiny pricks of pain didn't hit him all at once like a tidal wave. Instead, it felt like a million ants eating away at his heart. He really didn't know. Denzel rubbed his tired eyes. "Right, you've never known that emotion. Well, does it hurt? Does it hurt to see Liesel and Elijah together? Does it hurt to see them kiss?"

DANIEL Do you know what is the worst feeling out there? It is regret! Because It never leaves you. It surreptitiously but effectively keeps hollowing you out from the inside destructing your confidence and belief in the process. It doesn't feel like a sudden sharp stab but feels as if someone is slashing your heart piece by piece. You know what is the worse thing about it? you can't point fingers at others for feeling like this because Regret breeds from your own actions. It leaves you vulnerable and helpless. And what makes it even more dangerous is the fact that there is no salvation from it. No way out. IT STAYS FOREVER. Forever at your service to crumple your soul like a piece of paper.