I did it again.
I made him mad.
He ignores me.
I ignore him.
We seperate.
We go our own ways.
Will he break up with me?
Or i break up with him?
It's going to happen.
We're going to end.
Strangely im ok with that.
Im numb.
I dont care.
I did before.
Not long ago.
I dont anymore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
i like it......<3 karen