Friday 29 January 2016

KICKS OF A DYING HORSE

By Maina Kiwiri.

I regret ever meeting you.
Talking to you and knowing you.
I regret falling for you and saying it.
I regret you loving me back,
I regret loving you even more.
Even though I know how sweet it was,
I still regret.
I regret moments we shared together;
The sweet, the bitter, the wrong, the fun, the good ones especially.
I regret ever opening up to you:
My secrets, my being, my thoughts, my self.
Ever placing you queen,
Giving you keys to my heart,
Giving my everything to you,
As if I’d already agreed with God you’d be my wife.
I regret loving you,
I regret.

I regret letting go
When the storm came,
And I couldn't stand.
I regret not standing with you then,
I wish I had sitted.
I regret taking for granted your efforts,
I regret walking out,
On you as if I needed you not.
Causing you so much pain,
As I made merry away with the world.
Knowing too well even then,
What a precious jewel you were to me.
I regret.

I regret you giving up,
On me after such a fight.
I regret you walking away,
Because you could not hold up any longer.
I regret pushing you to that edge,
Till in agony you left my camp.
Knowing too well what I meant to you,
 And me not reciprocating the meaning.
I regret.

I regret you taking his hand,
I regret you falling for him and not me.
I regret seeing you flirt with him,
But doing nothing to hold you back.
I regret you loving him for my place,
My rights gone and freedom of expression.
I regret allowing another man take my place.
I regret losing you.
I regret.

I regret coming back.
I regret loving you again,
Even more with the knowledge of loss.
I regret growing feelings for you again.
I regret not being able to hold them to myself,
The way I love you like never before.
The way I badly want you to myself,
I regret saying it to you already.
The way I cant back off even if I try.
I regret.

I regret wishing I had you again.
If wishes were horses.
I regret the way I cant stop loving you,
The way I cant let go of you



I regret the knowledge of what you mean to me,
 And the way you cant come back to me.

I regret.
 I regret the knowledge,
We can be back together if we wanted,
But its not an option for you.
I regret


I regret trying.
Too hard to win you back.
I regret fighting.
Fighting for what is rightfully mine.
I regret knowing.
Too well the way I wont tire,
Until I have you back.

I regret writing,
Writing down this piece;
Kicks of a dying horse.