untitled regrets

you say ‘jump’, i jump!

i ask for anything,
i get nothing.

i’m only left with questions;
i can’t figure out your
ulterior motives;

i’m riddled with your regrets,
so i’m only breathing regrets,
and eventually perforated
because of our regrets.

torn,
i’m bound to be reunited
with my other half
in this life
or the next.

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jonathandeanrichie

Recently moved back to the States after living 16 months in Vietnam. I write to remove the thoughts trapped in the cobwebs of my psyche before the spider envelopes me whole.

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