They are grapes

When will this end? The goodbyes aren’t certain. The stagnant leftover regrets. The poison’s residue tainted in the layers of trust. The scars of doubt’s ignorance.

Confusion grabbed me, uncertainty strangled me, and regrets stabbed me straight through my heart. It was not pleasant. Retaliation became weaker everyday. It is a matter of time before I raise my arms in the air.