When I'm with him,
it's all cool,
I don't think about you,
or even want you back.
But damn,
they say love kills slowly,
I believe that.
When I'm alone,
or with anybody else,
I'm thinking about the good times,
and the memories we've made.
I talk about you all the time,
just trying to scare him off,
and hoping that he would understand I'm still in love with you,
but it doesn't work,
AT ALL!
I know now,
that I never want to be with anybody else,
but I have to find a way to prove that to you,
and show you how much you mean to me.
At some point,
I'll know how.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem