Regret

Looking back at how much I was in love

I realize it was nothing but lust

nothing but infatuation

I was in love with the thought of what we used to be

but I wasn't in love with what we've become

I was in love with the attention

the infatuation

the need to not feel lonely

but in the end only I was there for myself

I don't regret my choices

I don't regret where or who my time was spent with

but I regret not taking care of myself

I regret not looking out for what's best for me

but instead I crave what's best for other people

that I forgot about my well being

now I'm left decaying

regretting what I could've done for myself

but instead all that time was spent on you

that I forgot who I was myself