It’s times like these
When I wish friendships didn’t exist
Cause feelings get more sensitive
Too easy for me to slip
Slightest insecurities
Uncovered
Causes trauma
Just me
Just me
Don’t leave me
Visions once so clear
Become obscure
In the face of friendships
Strengths become weaknesses
I will never understand why
But I feel it every time
Things go bad
Smallest issues
Blown out of proportion
But only in the secret place
In my heart
So as I deal with those bad times
I’m the only one knowing why their bad
Maybe not fair
But too embarrassed to share
But with love comes pain
I think that’s the saying
I wouldn’t give up our love
So I guess I’ll have to get used to hurting
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love and pain in the future there becomes no gain...you can't share in two worlds...there is either mutual love or mutual suffering...and one can not change this feeling it must be two...united or devided...only one way can stand....nice write Portia... ~^..^