Sometimes I want to break your heart
And make you choke to death on the pain
Squeeze the fears out of your tears
As they fall tracing the curves upon your face
The masterpiece in the making
Is taking the pieces of your broken puzzle
Precisely and delicately joining
One to another while I resuscitate an steal your pain
The picture you now see is a heart healed
Held in the palms of my hands
Before your very eyes you realize
As they open to the realization
That I broke you, so you could see
I could be your best friend
Or your worst enemy
I can be anything you need but I, myself, am just me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem