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Hopefully This Won't Repeat

I wish that I could take it back.
Each and every day.
I wish that I could take it back.
So that things aren't this way.

It was the worst mistake I've made.
A decision that I hate.
And looking at the cost I've paid.
It makes me so irate.

It took one look to draw me in.
Then another look to push away.
But I had been so caught within.
Strung out for every day.

But then I saw that I was wrong.
I was shoved into the ground.
I had fooled myself all along.
And had been laughed at all around.

So finally, I let this go.
Hoping to shove it into the past.
But it seems I had to know.
That those hopes were shot down fast.

Another friend shared my fate.
And they know what I did feel.
And now this thing, we both do hate.
But so long it did not heal.

Finally, I've made my peace.
Though it still stings inside.
The time I had my life on lease.
Now those memories I hide.

Author notes

Saturday entry.

Well, I know I actually didn't say it out, but I implied that this was about a girl. Yes, the thing I regret most in life is my first, and so far only, girlfriend. She seemed all nice at first, but turned out to be a bitch *forgive my language* in the end. I know that other people would regret it because two of my friends dated her after me, and they did end up regretting it.

The title wasn't actually alluded to in the poem, but I was using it to say I hope this kind of thing never happens again.

I don't know if this was exactly what you wanted, but it's my biggest regret in life so far.

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  • xxRainbowDawnxx
    August 24, 2008

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    Don't worry, I think I can speak for nearly half of the site maybe even more, that we have dated our fair share of bitches/bastards. Trust me. I've dated 3. So I can definately relate to what you are saying. But it's a learning curve and it meant something at the time, so that's the important thing. My Mum said when I broke up with my ex and worried he didn't love me 'Did you love him? Did it feel good at the time? If yes, then it meant something to someone and therefore it wasn't wasted.'