We come to one another with broken souls,
Sharp like glass it cuts my hands if I try to shape myself back together,
I won’t let myself recover for fear of changing who I am,
From a stranger to a friend,
From a friend to a stranger,
I don’t really know what is what anymore,
I’m not trying to be overdramatic either,
Because it’s times like these when I have no where to go,
I want to crawl my pathetic self back to you,
You would like that wouldn’t you?
Sadly I hard as I try I seem to cave in,
No one really “understands” me like you did,
Showed me the best of me,
Too bad it didn’t bring out the best in you,
Instead I gave everything up for the moment alone,
And in fact I was alone,
You were never there for me,
Not even from the start,
So why do I feel like you’re so important,
Why do I need to hear your voice,
Why should I open my eyes when I can’t see yours,
Why couldn’t I have close the open doors.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem