Cartas sin destinatario y otros poemas

✧ Sin amor ✧

No matter how many times someone says I love you to me, no matter how real those words are or how much I wanna believe them, I never can.

They say they would choose me, marry me even, that we'll be happy forever, but it sounds unbelievable.

At the end of the day, everyone has a perfect couple, and that's never gonna be me.

And I don't think those people are lying or deceiving to get something from me,

but I know my destiny is having company and being alone.

Having a family, but not of my own.

Being full of love, but not being the first choice.

My destiny is a lonely one, and I can't change that.

I just wish my heart and my soul understand at some point that love still exist in and for me, that it still is true.