Story of my Life

RSVP Regrets Only
_{by Linda Pastan} 

I regret that i can't come.
I regret that moment we met
and the way you pretended.
I regret the sun that day,
its warmth so artificial,
and I regret the way pain
has taught me nothing.
I regret this invitation,
its phony formality,
its ink coming off like sin
on my clean fingers.
Since the day I met you,
I regret everything.


idk, this just really spoke to me in english one day and i just had to put it up.