{"sf1_id":1384239,"sf2_id":"ZeqWzrXn","title":"Regrets","author":"SlenderBunny","words":302,"posted_at":"2018-11-04T10:53:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Sad","Suicide","one night stand"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1384239-regrets","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ZeqWzrXn","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/7f/2d/7f2da593-8fc0-4f55-b858-545307860ae6","description":"","content":"She was tall\n\nHad skin like fall\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe knew she was smart\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut that wouldn't be enough\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe had fought for it all\u0026nbsp;\n\nEvery minute she spent\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe knew it would've meant\n\nGiving it all up for him\n\n  \n\nNot knowing she was only part of his whim\n\nShe couldn't take the fall that was coming\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe walked down that hall humming\u0026nbsp;\n\nA soft tune that she knew\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs it gently passed through\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer head and mind\u0026nbsp;\n\nKept it playing on rewind\n\n  \n\nShe was valiant and bright\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe had met her knight\u0026nbsp;\n\nNot knowing he would seal her fate\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter one deadly date.\n\n  \n\nShe spent her time\u0026nbsp;\n\nLooking at his face\u0026nbsp;\n\nKnowing this was probably a mistake\n\nShe gazed at his body,\u0026nbsp;\n\nThough he wasn't really a hottie.\n\n  \n\nShe thought he was smart,\u0026nbsp;\n\nNot knowing he was actually dark\u0026nbsp;\n\nThey wen't home at two\u0026nbsp;\n\nKnowing what they wanted to do\n\n  \n\nHe stripped her down as they kissed\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt was a hit and miss\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe night of her life\u0026nbsp;\n\nWould soon become a heavy strife.\n\n  \n\nShe laid in the dark,\u0026nbsp;\n\nAfter he left,\u0026nbsp;\n\nA one night stand\u0026nbsp;\n\nWasn't anything grand.\n\n  \n\nShe had hoped he'd stay,\u0026nbsp;\n\nRather than make a move to play\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe left her in the dark\u0026nbsp;\n\nCold and stark.\n\n  \n\nThe sun rose with a gleam\u0026nbsp;\n\nThough it had to seem\u0026nbsp;\n\nLike it had been weeks\u0026nbsp;\n\nsince she's seen those golden streaks\n\n  \n\nShe moved into her kitchen\n\nNot looking for anything specific\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe grabbed a bottle\u0026nbsp;\n\nsat down for a moment\n\n  \n\nAnd here came the trouble.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer mind was flooded with thoughts\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe lurked every moment of time\u0026nbsp;\n\nThough she didn't need to see him\u0026nbsp;\n\nShe knew he haunted her\n\n  \n\nWhat bugs us the most,\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo one knew that was her ghost\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe didn't know her strife\u0026nbsp;\n\nTil she took her own life.\n  \n  \n\n"}