She said
to stop
bringing her
flowers.
She said
she always
hated me.
I never asked
why.
I think
I didn't want
to know.
I was a coward,
I only did
what I was told,
but I wonder
if maybe
she would have fallen in love with me
if I was like her
If I was dying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
They only love what they can't have. Good write.