It eats away at your soul
like a quick spreading cancer
It makes you lonely,
wishing for a chance
to make friends
with anyone
It makes you want to go back
and try that relationship again
with someone else
It makes you blackout and
come to twenty minutes later
amid broken glass and bloody wrists
It makes your heart ache
It goes by the name of love
It could also be called hate
Sometimes there is no difference
between the two
(2000)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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