I would have, had fate allowed me,
given you all that you ever wanted.
But you had already chosen
someone else.
It shouldn’t even matter anymore.
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Love Games
PoesíaA compilation of poetry about destructive love, on how it dooms and redeems us in the strangest of ways.
dearest, dearest one
I would have, had fate allowed me,
given you all that you ever wanted.
But you had already chosen
someone else.
It shouldn’t even matter anymore.