I Regret

Being the mean girl
Not speaking up sooner
Working too much
Conforming to others
The job I didn’t take
Neglecting my health
Lacking self-esteem
Throwing people under the bus
Getting in too much debt for materialistic things
Moments of vanity
Saying “I’m fine” when I wasn’t
The call I didn’t make
Stealing from a store
Self-loathing in front of a mirror
Proscrastinating
Saving animals that I hid
Not getting the degree I truly wanted
Being the shy girl
My boundaries I let collapse
Getting in trouble over a crush
The apology I never said
The apology you never earned
Taking risks of traveling young
The text I never sent
Red flags I turned green
Losing friendships over opinions
Making foolish decisions as a child
Times I didn’t dance or sing in celebration
Speaking up for others
The doors I closed too soon
Speaking up against trauma
Not righting for love, I desperately needed
Being a daddy’s girl
Standing up for myself
Hanging on to love that I knew was over
Not leaving for college when I had a chance

Because
I never regret things
I am who I am

Chalk Lessons

I once drew hearts in sidewalk chalk,
believing it symbolized lasting love.
Each crush gone as fast as it came.
Each scar a self-inflicted game,
till rain washed away the chalk.

You were my admiration,
a storybook I tried to publish.
But limerence taught me true beauty.
Love’s not lost, but instead a plea,
even when I crave fixation.

Now stronger, I walk tall.
The swings still hum, the laughs go on.
I hold the chalk with balanced hands.
And build my dreams on truer commands,
lessons that I shall forever recall.

10/27/2015