Broken in two
My heart
No longer whole
Now I need you
Want you back
Can't stand it
Tell myself
I don't need you
Even though it's all a lie
Still I refuse
To accept that I want you
Don't want it to be true
Even though deep down
I know it is
Hardest thing
To admit
Because I don't want
To want you
Yet still I do.
Such a mystery
This is to me.
(June 19,2006)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem seems very randomly jotted down thoughts, which is a good start to awesome poetry. But personally i like to get a bit more organisation afterwards, maybe develop the ideas. Just a personaly suggestion, some people really like this sort of thing, and sometimes it works. All the best x-x-x