Regret is a muddy purple color
The last shade of the sunset
Before the sun is gone
It's swallowing stones
And feeling your stomach crush
Everything else in your chest
It's eating a rotten blueberry
And feeling it burst on your tongue
And slide down your throat,
Slimy and even worse than you
Expected. It's taking a leap
And falling instead of flying.
I'm sorry I've turned your lips
Muddy purple with bad blueberries
And forced stones down your throat.
I'm sorry you jumped and I'm sorry you fell
But it isn't my fault that you couldn't fly.