The way we met was scandalous.
What we talked about we inappropriate.
The way your eyes followed me was indecent.
A love never meant to happen.
Sitting in my room writing in my diary about how i felt.
The way you whispered my name made me melt.
But this, this was our love.
A love so powerful it could break bones and tear skin, and rip the mind to pieces.
A love so powerful it ripped me to shreds.
To be without feels like i'm already dead.
But I, I came back wanting more
Something inside was telling me I had a defeated victory, a lost score.
This love, our love can never happen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem