I know I should regret the way I reached for your lips with my own.

But I don't. 

I know I should yell at you for using me for my thick hips and large bust. 

But I don't.

I know I should regrret the way you swallowed me whole like the waves of the pacific ocean,

I am salt water and shame. 

I know I should regret not telling your girl,

but I didn't want to see you hurt, the way I was hurt when you told me. 

Told me you didn't care for me.

Told me that we should be a secret.

Told me that you were not a lost soul, but instead a ghost. 

I know I should regret thinking about you every waking moment.

But I don't.

I know I should regret watching you walk by with her, and feel guilty about what you did to her.

And what you did to me.

and I do.