Regrets

I made a mistake today.

I feel this bottomless trench swallowing my intestines.

It’s deep.

My impulsive thoughts aren't as perfect as I use to blindly claim them to be.

I open my narcissistic mouth and let stupid words fall with the meaning of regret trailing behind them. They are usually too slippery to me catch in time.

I cannot tell if I am more afraid of truth or denial.