No regrests..

Wasn't there more to this?
Isn't there more to love?
Can I get any pleasure from the pain?
It was supposed to be fulfilling
It was supposed to be the best thing ever.
Maybe next time,
Then I will feel it.
Then I can see how wonderful it is.
If I am not satisfied
Shouldn't I be empty?
But no, that is not the case.
I feel nothing
i feel unchanged
As if it never happened
As if I never bled.
I paid the price once
But not fully
Or so I've heard.
The deed was done
But it was not complete
Too much for one day
Moved too fast...Maybe.
It was my choice
I have no regrets,
Only wishes that it had went better.
That I was able to get something

Able to give something.
I want more I lust for more
There must be more.
Or why is it something that everyone longs for?
There has to be a big deal.
Should I have waited until 'the night'?
Maybe, but what good does that do me now?
I had the choice to stop
I chose to go on.
No regrets.
It's too late now.
No one to blame but myself.
So how does it feel now,
That I am on the other side?
No longer the innocent little girl.
Rebel rebel Whore.
No regrets.