You want nothing
To do with me
I understand why
Sick of me
Sick of my sadness
Yet I choose to tell
The last sorry words
You’d ever hear
At least from my mouth
I love you
And because I love you
I rather you hate me
For truth
Then love me
For lies
Do those sound
Familiar to you?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem