I choose you, the next
Mistake after mistake, catch
Them all, adding to
My collection of
Regrets, but this isn't a
Game I can transfer
Unwanted choices
That I could have avoided
There is no potion
To revive my light
To gain the original
Combat power that
I once had facing
The possibility of
This could be my next
Buddy, that could go
On to be my best friend in
Life and in battles
Instead of joining
The raids with me, the raid is
How far can I go
Until she falls down
And her health is so low that
There is no fight left
YOU ARE READING
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PoesíaA series of personal haikus filled with love, heartbreak, trauma, life lessons, and in the moment spontaneous poems. TW: Some suicide & assault. I'll mark them with ⚠︎︎ in the title. Just skip them if you're not comfortable with them.
