Like Ruins of Regret

I've always felt like the boy that nobody understood.

The boy who got misread.

Who society left unsaid.

The boy who never left,

like ruins of regret.

In the way I was always seen as abnormal,

in maturity and love too formal

for my own good, to testify against

the time in which I stood.

and now I stand tall,

as if wounds never pierced at all.

I still think to my past self,

in attempts to reach back,

to a time where I could've left

to heal the regret.

It wouldn't have healed anything.

It would've prevented us from crossing paths.

Listen to your heart and your instinct,

or ruin yourself instead,

and leave only traces behind,

like ruins of regret.

We don't go in knowing the laws,

we learn them over time.

so now I'll lift the pen,

and leave with a smile on my face,

and still, she will leave a trace

All of the pain,

and ruins of regret

finally fade,

since she entered my head.