Regret, Where Are You?

Sometimes, no one is concerned about your feelings with best intentions.
It pains one to tell a person they hate,and really hate that, that is just a cover up, but really that they miss them,
I've bit my lip, and clenched my fists, but I can never seem to get my heart to follow this strategy.
I'd say its a little selfish to say now that your feelings are within my best intentions;
for I knew that mine wasn't in line with yours, however it's words that keep us separated.
That is why everything I think and I feel, I believe its just best to keep it to myself.
If I could take all the voices, and words that were shoved down your throat, I'd take them just so you could listen.
Perhaps my doubts are the kings in this situation, that there is no turning back, and what words were said were final.
I've never prepared or trained myself to grow and let my doubts win the matter-o-fact.
One thing I am extremely curious about, would have to be whether or not you were; or still are.
that would be an interesting puzzle to solve, time has been the curse of me for this war, and I know where he's keeping you, away from me
Your eyes in my doubt's opinion should never touch a word in these rough paper edges.
But my hope, See's different things; maybe that is where you found me, divided;
but never quite understood where the center of me was, so the most convincing stole your heart; or better yet stole you from me.
your mind is yet to develop, and your heart is even further back; but no matter how much doubt I have, I know you'll find the right answer
and even better yet, to act on it.
perhaps this was in my intentions to stall you, maybe that is what you want to hear, just to push me back even further.
I believe, with doubt and hope, that I have given you all the tools necessary to make a decision, even though
you told me what that decision was.
Regret, Where Are You?