regrets

    White powder arranged into a heart on top of a cutting board. The image is duplicated several times, and four stanzas stand in each corner of the picture. From left to right, top to bottom:
			
			"first came the moon/and i killed it/don't tell me it's okay/i'll pay back with my blood" - "third came the cloud/and i loved it/but i tried to push so much/i'll pay back with my burns" - "twinkle twinkle little star/how i'm proud you've gone so far/nothing without your nebula/i'll pay you back with a love stria" - "second came the sun/and i didn't mean any hurt/still i was horrible/i'll pay back with my starvation

    If you want me to regret, I'll regret.
    I don't plan on forgiving myself.

    Despite everything, I need to go on, too.

    From anger to love.
    From apologies to inspiration.