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.
Farewell,
you shall be forgotten,
but your lesson will remain forever.
