All I ever wanted was to love you, and I did- I do?
I do.
Two words- two that I will never say with you.
Because you've taken my all and given him yours.
I've only ever wished that someday you'd love me too- too, but for true.
I have somehow managed to feel love from you that clearly wasn't meant for me.
It's no question why I am empty.
He has you, you have him, and I just have what I always have- me.
I'm empty and all alone, alone with my wasted time, feeling jealous of a decade.
A decade that I gave and you took- one which was something different for me than it was for you.
Selfishly I am wishing I could reclaim my wasted time- time you never appreciated and certainly didn't deserve.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem