You make me feel a certain way
and yet i pray it's not a dream.
This constant pounding in my head
that gets so loud i want to scream.
This sweet sensation in my heart
that causes trauma for my soul.
Yet while your tearing me apart
you fill me up and make me whole.
Always wanting you, i need you
but i'm pushing you away.
Cant help this madness that i fear
is getting stronger by the day.
With deep hatred is my love for you
because we're being used
to our own desire's ending.
To be left satisfied and confused.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem