What did he have
That I didn't?
I mean...
I have looks?
I got a personality?
I play sports?
I live by you?
Maybe things were meant to be
just not right now
not this day
not this week
not this month
not even this year.
I get It, You never really liked me.
It's Okay.
I'm just a guy,
You Know?
This isn't like a skinned knee.
It's a broken heart.
And nothing can fix it.
But you loving me again...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem