Regret it

Regrets hurt.

Are you free?
When your smile is it real?
Do your tears dry in your sheets?
Are you where you want to be?
Questions are meant to be asked,
But is there an answer each time you ask?
Cover in regrets,
Faced with pain.
Doubting myself is a regular thing,
Say I’m not good enough sometimes,
Make me sick,
I regret it.

Don’t be a pessimist be an optimist

Body

Body.

You’re bad for me, but you taste like my favorite treat
Addictive and sweet
Smart with your tongue
But you taste just as soft on my tongue
Too cautious you watch out for danger
But your body betrayed  you, so I’ll save the poison for later

Don’t be a pessimist be an optimist