i simply hate
it when you want to become
myself
you tell me
you sacrifice your identity
because you love me
how cruel can i be
to hate you when you only
wish to love me?
perhaps is this not a form
of revenge
for the past loves that i had
that time when i confessed love
and then
i was simply
laughed?
i need time
to iron out this cycle
of hate,
give me space
let me move on with my life for a while
perhaps
i can tame understanding
(o, how can i tame
this wild, wild
heart of mine?)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem