It has been a long weekend.
She haunts the pages of my mind
makes me sick to know the truth
that I am certain to find
when this is all over.
Disgusted, humiliated, hurt, angry, sad.
It wasn't supposed
to be or end like this.
I wanted forever, but I got you instead.
I am so embarrassed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem