No Regrets by Justina Clear

My feet are stained with the dirt of the bedroom floors I dance across

My lips are chapped, peeling and healing from the wet kiss of my lover

Lovers I regret nothing

No one

Method acting in every new space

Like I’ve never given my heart away

Like I’m offering it up for him to take

Then I get dressed I look at him like I’ll never be the same

Because that is the case

The ghost of paramours haunt me

I’ll never be the same

And that I wouldn’t change


By Justina Clear | Find out more about her on Instagram and elsewhere on the interwebs !

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