I suppose I should be grateful
For having someone like you
Kind, thoughtful and passionate
You did the best that you could do
It is not your fault that I suffer
It is not your fault that I'm in pain
I was happy to have you touch me
And play in our sinful game
I was moronic for allowing my heart to bleed
To not tape it up beforehand
To allow you to give me what I need
Knowing you weren't my man
I gave you caution as much as I should to myself
Of my tendencies and my life
But though I found you of a same self
You want a lover and a wife
All I am is friend, and apparently it is all I'll ever be
And though I ache so much now
Thank you for making me happy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem