Everything was good and smooth,
Then came May 17, the fateful day,
You hurt but never came to sooth,
You chose the time, unilaterally parted way,
But you would insist I still stay,
You needed all that could come your way,
You said you trust, I read you betrayed,
You said you loved, I almost read hatred.
You said you cared, I read neglect,
You said you feel, I saw you ignored,
I curled up like a centipede, in pain,
You saw me in delirium and walked away
Predicaments or choice? I wish I knew,
Why so sudden? I wish I knew,
I wont miss you again, but look in despise,
Hate I cant, though love and hate are two sides of the same coin.
March 12,2007.
(This was inspired by reading an unpublished poem of a friend.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem