Oh, be quiet, brain,
I just want you to sleep.
I'll write everything down
If you'll give me some peace.
Where should I start?
Which part?
And why is it you want this?
Is there something, you think
blabbering could accomphish?
Why do you keep pushing to remind him of
Our story?
Does it matter that he thinks it's
Disposable and boring?
Why do you think,
There's anything
cathartic
in ink?
And why does it matter
That you think
I should keep splattering
It all down
for him?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good attempt in the chapter of love, Violet. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks