Your regret.

As you text
me, I realize.
I see it.
I feel it.
As someone
I had feelings
for it
does bother me.
To know that
you are
in place.
A lonely
place.
You are pretending
and making things
up.
As I reply
with my plans
my future,
Your response
is.. oh, wow..
For a  moment
I felt bad for
you.
Then I remembered
how you treated
me.
Like I was this
thing,
You wanted
to show off,
but you really
did not
want to know
me. How
You hurt me,
because of
your disappointments.
How things were
always about you.
I waited for
it.. I knew
it was coming.
You were the
best thing I ever
had, you texted me.
I thought about
all the things
I could say.
All you would have
done was
actually showed me
that, I thought.
but its too late.
I typed
my response
and hit send.
I simply said,
found someone
who truly cares
and loves me.
Found that one
person that sees
me and loves
the love I give him.
He knows what
to do with it.
I actually want to
say two things
to you.
First thank you.
And second.
Enjoy
your regret,
because I have
none.