Nothing hurts like it's supposed to.
I can't feel the way that you do.
I'm sorry that I'm not enough
To become the girl that you dreamt up.
Maybe if I left you here
The pain you felt would be less dear.
And I could go on in my vague existence
In a way that wouldn't suspend this silence.
But, Precious, I can’t stop this now.
I will press on in this somehow.
Leaving couldn’t come a moment too soon
For these bittersweet emotions are quickly consumed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem