It wasn't me who introduced distrust.
To accept that as an advantage.
With an acceptance to lust.
And as successful as you have been at this,
I empathize with you.
But there is no 'us'.
I admit to moments of wishing things differently.
But you have made it clear...
I should not dwell in providing you a bit of sympathy.
With a determination,
To stay in prayer and keep away.
And forgive and forget,
Whatever our closeness then had meant.
Without added stress or revisited torment.
In a dismissing of mental anguish...
Delivered and sent.
Because I must of you not trust!
Because I must of you not trust,
Again...
What it is you say.
Or do to defend.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem