english, poesía

Regret nothing

I regret nothing,

I poured my heart into you,

but you,

you let it slip through your open fingers

like it was not the most precious gift

I could have offered to anyone.


I gave you poems

and you gave me drawings,

as if we could combine our arts

the same way we combined our bodies,

as if they were both pieces

of a long forgotten puzzle

finally meant to crash and fit.


Instead, I doom us into oblivion.


And yet, I regret nothing:

I lived and loved fully,

and even though you didn´t deserve

neither my energy nor my tenderness

I did need to remember myself

how capable I am to love,

to surrender,

to care.



you shall be forgotten,

but your lesson will remain forever.


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