Wrapped Regret Poem by Blaine Strong
Wrapped Regret
I don't ever want to see you again, I don't ever want to wait for hours in the pouring rain.
Lack of love still blinding, yet its better than only you that im minding.
Those nights when I couldn't write and I weeped. All you could say was how trashy my family was.
I feel like a martyr in an aquarium, chasing bubbles behind your delicate tail.
Oh tell me I'm but a Hemingway tale
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