Imagine
what it feels like
to have your heart bleed
every time you see that one person
what you're thinking
when she walks by
and you know
that once she was yours
yet now
you mean nothing to her
she doesn't know you anymore
she didn't really know you to begin with
still, you cannot forget
because you do know her
you know what she is like deep down inside
and with that person, you fell in love
you got in past the shields
you looked inside
and lost yourself whilst admiring the beauty
of the inner person
found
and then lost
makes you wonder
how comes
that you got inside
and she didn't
you wonder
if your shields
are drawn up too high
and you weep
not because of the loss
but because of the inability
to let that person who means so much to you
get inside you
you mourn
because you cannot, for whatever reason, open up
and it cut a wound in your heart
so deep
that it cannot trully heal
and each time she walks by
each time you see her, hear her, smell her...
the wound opens up again...
an eternal circle
of regret