September 23, 2010 § 3 Comments


I wish I knew how to be just friends with you. The right amount of being friendly. I wish I knew how to maintain the right distance from you.

I wish it ended with a proper talk between us. I wish there was some truth in your words. I wish there had been some words from you before we let everything burn.

I wish things were still the same, but then I’m betraying reality.

I wish you’re still you, and I’m still me, and we’re still us. But that means I really was being lied to and cheated.

I wish I didn’t think you’re a liar, but I can’t. I wish I don’t think you’re a bad person, but I can’t stop myself. You couldn’t stop yourself.

I’m a bad person, you’re a bad person, aren’t we all bad bad bad?

I wish I was not sorry that we once meant something, but I really am.

I wish I didn’t have regrets because that’s denying our past, but I do.

I regret that we came to know each other.

I regret that we lived each other the way we did. I prefer to not have met you in the first place.

I wish everything was just a stupid dream. You don’t take feelings with you when you get out of a dream. But this, this is a mistake.

We were in too deep, too far, and when everything went crashing we got too damaged.

I wish I had no regret, but I do.

-Multatuli. 2010.



§ 3 Responses to Regrets

  • dita says:

    Can I re-blog this Jeng? coz, it’s so true for me -_-

  • Multatuli says:

    Sometimes we need a reminder that it’s actually OK to have regrets. True that life is too short for that, but regrets show that we have lived and experience life, and that we continue living despite our scars 🙂

    “Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.”
    – Khalil Gibran

    Sure u can reblog! ^^

  • Multatuli says:

    Btw.. I wrote this while waiting for a friend in the parking lot of my work on my blackberry 🙂 Just pure emotion of defeat.

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