no regrets.

if

the last

tree

falls

the last

shriek

absorbed

the void

will

it

be

satisfied?

you wear

a

silver chain

still

but now

for comfort

alone

you spoke

of so many

things

when

you were

young

spoke

of hope

of change

dreamt of

a place and time

you may never know

it was

a secret place

you spoke of it

to no one

but it was

your dream

your tide-through

if

nothing

else

if

no one

remembers

or

will ever

maybe

it’s

finally

fine

to simply

admit it

there was

no joe

i have

worn

many

masks

still do

what

difference

was one

more?

maybe

it was

always

me

simply

because

for all my

existentialism

i have never

doubted me

i have always

known who i am

and now

long after

mine

the ones–
you know who you are

(or at least i hope you do)

i’m still me

i still can’t be changed

so hi

my name’s agnes

or rather

as i prefer to say

i’m agnes

i’m poison

i’m sin

and maybe

it’s sad

and maybe

you’ll never

understand

or realize

it

or what i am

and always

have been

just promise

me one thing

try to find

that moment

that makes

you laugh

makes you happy

gives you that smile

and fight for it

no matter what

and here’s my last secret worth salt (probably)

who knows?

but seriously

No Regrets

i know i still don’t have any.

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