I don't know
What to do with love.
Anger I can follow
Anger I can
Throw at the face of people
Anger I can spit out
And watch it fly like specks
Into sand.
Jealousy I can hold
Jealousy I can
Contain under the curve of my tongue
Jealousy I can swallow
And feel it drop
In the pit of my stomach.
Grief I can manage
Grief I can
Hide under my swollen eye
Grief I can ignore
As it coils its way
Around my neck.
But I don't know
What to do with love.
Should I show it
Should I
Have it itched under my wrist
Should I let it run
Into the arms of the one I love?
What if she
Strangles it?
What if
She holds it awkwardly
And then lets it go?
Should I not rather
Crush it under the sole of my shoe?
Should I not
Lock it inside a drawer
And flush the key down a drain?
I don't know
What to do with love.
So I'll just sit in a corner
I'll just
Hold her picture
And watch what it does
To me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nicely written piece, Jash. Thanks