Strange as it may seem, I don't regret you,
Even now, when my heart is torn asunder and your loss reverberates like a physical ache in my bones, I still cherish every moment spent by your side,
Even my worst days, my broken spirit, are worth it,
I do not despise my hollow chest, for this emptiness is the cost of having been loved by you,
I want you to know that in a thousand lifetimes in a thousand different versions of reality, I'd choose you
Even as your memory burns my mind, haunts my very soul, I would choose you,
For in you I found the love that inspires poets, a conversation that needed no words,
In the circle of your embrace I found the warmth of belonging, the kind of passion that if offered twice, would persuade me to gladly lay my glass soul beneath your guillotine once more
