“In the end, we only regret the chances we didn’t take, the relationships we were afraid to have, and the decisions we waited too long to make.” -unknown(or something)

Memory breathes...

The blade unseathes...

Unspoken words bleed...

Sprouting again the weed...

Stars twinkle...

Come again the whistle...

The chance I didn't take was talking to you

I should've asked how you were

Now you're not here

And I can't help but regret choices

We weren't as close as in the beginning, but...

but I sure as fuck should've reached out

Losing friends is my specialty...

And now I give up...