I cry when I read this poem
I cry because it reminds me of you
I cry when you think of her
I cry when its not me
I hate feeling this way
I hate that you don't
I hate that your blind
I hate you
I love that she hates you
I love it when your in pain
I love the memory of her turning you down
I love you
I hate when you read this and not know I'm talking about you
I cry because I love you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem