Regret

Regret.
I do not Regret much in my life.
But there is one day that I will always Regret.
They day I told her I loved her.
For that is the day she stop loving me.
How ironic, that by me saying I loved her, made her not love me.
One would think this would stop me from loving her, but no
I still do.
Now, I am in constant pain, for I know I will always love her.
And she will never love me.
I have tried to stop loving her, but I now know such thoughts are useless.
I am her slave, and she doesn't even know it.
But there is still hope, for with Time, comes change.
Hope is the only thing that keeps me alive, Hope that she will once again love me.
She will always own my heart, and I will be glad to give it to her.
But until that day comes, where she loves me again, I will be there for her.
As the next best thing, a friend.
Until that day, I will always have,
Regret.