I will not forget what we once had,
but I have forgiven you for everything that friends,
you, and I have ever done.
I wish to leave alone, on my own,
except for my notebook, pencil, and I.
We both know this will hurt me more in the long run,
but I swear a promise to you that it is for the better best of the both of us.
This very action from an anxiously,
nervous-frustrated feeling process has frightened me,
and led me to many thoughts of different questions.
Although I am unsure of this,
I am confident that I can do it,
but I am unsure of who to tell all of my secrets to now;
for you are the only person I trust.
I must do this though, I have to move on from the love we once had.
I feel as if I have wasted almost three years of my life, just on you, on us.
I wish to be alone now, away from you, away from us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem