November 11th.
3 a.m.
Another sleepless night.
Dreading another seemingly never ending day.
What more can I say?
I feel like I've said all there is to say.
My words can only get me so far.
It's my actions that will get me farther.
Living in a world filled with millions of people when only one truly matters.
My heart no longer feels whole but tattered.
Torn into shreds, broken and violently shattered.
A perfect reflection of my little world.
Which continues to revolve around this beautiful girl.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
I live simply on the hope and dream that she will be mine someday.
That's all I have now.
I wish I could have some reassurance from her somehow.
But here I lay, just writing more words that I wish I could literally say.
I love you.
I miss you.
My tattered heart, be that as it may, still and will always belong to you.
Do you still want it?
Do you still want me?
With all my scars and countless impurities?
Love is a like a fire and I'm burning alive.
The pain of it all seems unbearable at the moment but I know I'll survive.
There's no going back now, no point of return.
If this is what it means to love you...let me burn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem