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Regret For It All

 


I regret helping you,
Regret the kindness I wasted,
The grace I extended, soft and warm,
Regret the times my hand reached out,
Only to find nothing but emptiness in return.

I regret being your friend,
The way I opened my heart to your hurt,
Regret the compliments, the praise I showered,
Like rain on barren ground,
Falling unnoticed, unabsorbed.

I regret being motherly,
Cradling your broken pieces while mine lay shattered,
Regret the stupid battles fought for equality,
As a girl, I bled for all,
But found only deceit, only your shame.

I regret showing you beauty,
The reflection I tried to craft in your eyes,
Regret every word, every touch,
For all it brought me was regret,
And the knowledge that some fights are meant to be lost.

Maybe someday, I’ll feel grateful again,
Maybe the ache will soften, and my heart will forgive,
But today, all I feel is regret,
A weight heavy and relentless,
A reminder of all I gave, and all I lost.


~ Kanika Kaushal ✨ The Luminous Muse

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