New Love With New Suffering Poem by Achim Wollscheid

Something is always in my way to you
And you ask me why don’t I love you.
It is fiction, I never stop trying.
I’m constantly confused “Do we belong? ”
I ask myself so many times,
And you tell me it’s the waste of the mind.
You are never the same,
You change and change;
It makes me pull hairs while still falling deeper into love with you.
I wonder if I can handle the constantly new...
New love with new suffering.