We step away slowly,
When its all over,
And once again we are lonely.
This is what i am when you pull away the cover,
Scared and twisted and ugly.
There is a method to your lies,
But they hurt less than your honesty,
Am no longer in disguise,
Break through me,
Or stay and love me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem