Oh no! Not me!
I don’t feel bad that we broke up,
No, not even a little,
I don’t regret you leaving me,
No, Not even a bit!
No, I don’t sink myself in your thoughts,
No, I don’t do that.
And I don’t curse myself for letting go,
No, I cannot do that.
And I don’t treasure your memories,
No, I wouldn’t do that.
All I feel is, if I do, the futility,
Of the feelings,
Of those lines,
That I write,
For the love,
Of the promises
That were made,
Of the love
That is dead.
Of the heart
And I don’t regret me being sad,
And then I think, I’m really glad,
The weakness is gone,
There is no fantasy,
I don’t regret falling, nor the lips that I’ve tasted,
But I do regret, in a way, all the love that I’ve wasted.