as i decompose methodically....
how could you love me
when my soul is like sand
pouring out of my heart
and into your hand?
you leave my stomach in knots
begging on my knees
your negligent love
was my perfect disease.
this too shall pass
like yesterday and tomorrow
and i will not die
of such beautiful sorrow.
'i'd sell my soul, my self-esteem, a dollar at a time, just for one taste'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem