He'd regret, but it doesn't matter anymore

It's one of those mornings,

Where it's 4.15 am,

You sit up in bed,

Too tired and wanting so badly to sleep,

Your eyes is swollen,

You see everything crystal clear.

You've decided on something,

You wish you hadn't.

You wish things weren't as bad,

You hoped for something that'll change your decision.

Deep down you know,

Nothing will come.

Let go. Move on.

15 January 2016

Singapore