Never has it occurred to me
That cliché possibility
Of having to be the unknown judge
Of the scales that both weigh much to me.
Because why would you give up something
That took you years of thoughtless pleasing,
Trying to impress (and trying to suppress) ,
And finally shows you signs of hope?
And why would you give up something
That you found empathizing,
Ever sobbing at its loneliness
And finally finds a friend in you?
And how unfair is the universe
To do a favor in reverse
By letting her find her second hero
In one that I found first?
But if my friend finds it better
That she'd be with my lover,
I'd choose the one who needs me
Over the one I need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem