you and i fight,
a lot
i dont know why,
we were just talking and out of nowhere,
a line of profanaties aimed directly at me,
you broke up with me,
so why do you keep coming back,
you said i was a rebound, nothing important,
then you said you loved me,
now you take it back,
why are you so confusing,
why cant you just make up your mind,
ive moved on this time.
Now you come back and ask for me to love you,
if at least for a day,
like the idiot you pegged me for i did.
i dont regret it, you dont either,
im glad of that,
but still afterwards you said you hated me,
i was naive and immature,
to think anything we had had meant anything,
you threw it all back in my face,
thanks for that,
im glad to know what you think,
it helped me get over you,
have a good life missing me :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the tales of most young loves currently