The Past

Burnt bridges, and forgotten friends
Regretting those decisions for days on end
You could never comprehend the damage you'd wrought
You kept moving on, not sparring them a thought
Never one to think, and quick to act
You told yourself you wouldn't look back
You knew it was a lie, but you didn't care
And the past is something you can't repair
So here you sit not knowing what to do
As you past begins to catch up to you

I really liked this poem. Some of the lines have more syllables than others, so the first time I read through it that threw me off a little bit, but when I reread it, I realized that the fact that it isn't so structured is genius because it underscores the theme of being in-the-moment. You have a lot of talent, and it's apparent that you poured a lot of emotion into this piece.