You're in love.
I'm in love.
But please forgive me for running.
I ask for forgiveness.
I simply can't stay still.
I'm scared.
For you know me more than I know myself.
You read me like a book.
You know me inside out.
I'm sorry.
It instills fear into me, engraves it on my heart.
I don't know my true name and yet you do.
You say you love my eyes.
Yet you know these eyes are simply full of lies.
Forgive me.
I am not a good person.
You deserve much better.
I'm broken.
I'm floating through void consisting of my sorrow.
I'm sorry.
I'm a calamity waiting to happen.
You are to precious to be sacrificed to me.
I stay ageless while your body slowly rots.
The contrast, the difference is to great.
I beg for forgiveness.
You are living, while I simply 'am'.
Yet you understand me more than me.
Therefore I'm afraid.
Like a wounded animal.
Forgive me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem