it is not that you are not
beautiful and witty
truth is you are
truth is that you are like a garden of sweet flowers
and bees come looking for your comfort
your nectar
truth is you are as logical as the order of this universe
and so there are no collisions of planets and stars
no chaos
you ask me to love you
oh, i am flattered and i feel that i do not deserve your
kind attention
you cry like a mad woman deprived of reason
and you run to the streets like a car without a brake fluid
and people blame me for all these mess
i am cruel
let me tell you
why i cannot love you as you want me to
you are always a reminder of her
and our past and i am still struggling over said storm
over such rage
and i still feel like i am drowning man and
i swim hardly enough and there is no island near me where i can possibly land my mind and heart and rest
and then save myself
there is always this unexplained mystery of
fear
and i still move my arms like a butterfly
one winged hoping still that
i may live and then perhaps have the chance of
loving you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem