Just when I thought it's a big blessing to have you,
is a never-ending regret of having you.
I wish it was different, I could've been different.
If it was different, I would never write this.
I was blinded with love and infatuation.
I was hooked with romantic gestures.
I romanticized love and I regret that.
I almost surrendered everything, glad it didn't go that far.
I still have a few left.
But scars already marked.
I wish it was different.
I wish it wasn't you.
Namaste,
Korver
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