thank you, the regret is all mine
depth of betrayal
the path
fueled
by desire
forged
by deceit
overwrought
by obligation
acquired by
a diamond
that secured
a promise
to forsake
all others
not to
break
nor decimate
my heart
deceit
his bedmate
a vendetta
disguised
as love
intended
to erase
the lust
in his letters
the words
that set fire
never forgotten
still haunt
my flesh
desire
that once
enamored
recorded like
a ritual
a line
a word
each confession
a collection
reminders
of lore
a love story
now fated
betrothed
by submission
predestined
for failure
long before
those etchings
scorched
earth eternal
sent me
deep
down
a
chasm
no words
to reply
the regret
is
all
mine
About the Creator
Greer Monroe
not everyone has an inner monologue — diabolical. I enjoy the rhythm of words — how they play & flow & consume & grow. words build something inside me — an escape to freedom without taking up space ♥️


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