I regret a lot of things.
It's a big reason why I write.
I need to put it in a book
so I can keep it out of sight.

Those that read should know,
in case they stumble on my work.
That there is a sick irony
scribbled amid this murk.

I can't cope with all the guilt.
So it gets spilt in how its spelt.
Skewing letters into slander
because of how I felt.

The irony is I regret
tainting her memory.
She asked me to forgive.
Tried her best to fight for me.

I communicate concern
like the fault is not mine too.
As if hate helps me forget
the things that we went through.

She is kind and compassionate.
She has a beautiful soul.
Her grace made me feel safe.
Her affection made me whole.

She's so much more then I deserve.
This is not a myth.
I am sorry I defamed
what I fell madly in love with.

©Joseph Doig