I can`t do it anymore.
I can`t read the words
she has written for you.
They are to beautiful,
to meaningful.
I can`t read your poems anymore.
It`s too much, the words
get under my skin somehow.
hangs me out to dry.
I can`t do it anymore.
I can`t envy it anymore.
the love shared between you two,
We will never love the way the two of you did.
and that is fine. I will survive.
As soon as I stop doing this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem