Keeping you a stranger would of protected me from all this danger, because its to say all I feel for you is anger.
Those feelings I once felt about you, they were nothing near artificial, unlike you nothing about it was prejudicial.
I wrote you that letter and now after it all I realized how much more I could do better.
We could of kept it mutual like friends but you put it all to dead end.
Your not worth my time I am tired of it. All of those things you told me, You’re nothing but a damn hypocrite, Sorry if it hurts but it’s the truth I have to admit.
As they said two roads diverged in a yellow wood. That’s the only thing about me and you that will have done me the most good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem