Cold Concert Night

A poem about the weight of regret even when you are trying to enjoy something.

The thoughts are running through,
I know I’m right,
What’s done is done,
Cool night air cannot calm,
The burning regret,
That I cannot fight.

I had become selfishly blind,
In a single moment,
The truth spilt from my mouth,
In un-retractable words,
Like trying to catch rain with a net.

I stood among the crowd,
Knowing what couldn’t be mended,
I’m staring at the ceiling,
Trying to resist that feeling,
That I lost what I loved most.

The one on stage seemed to taunt,
“This songs for you…”
I hold my breath,
“and your significant other.”
The thought made me almost fall out,
I had lost my cover,
I gave into jealousy.

How do you mend a broken heart?
How do you stop his pain?
What I did felt right externally,
But inside I began to decay,
From the venom of what I said,
That other day.

Trapped in my thoughts,
The night just passed on,
And I have awaken in cold sunlight.