Sitting here my stomach churning,
there is no where to run.
No where to hide.
No place of escape that my body can find.
Heart in my throat,
and pain in my chest.
Mind filled with guilt and lies.
I didn’t mean to lay down that night.
I can’t handle these secrets,
that are deeply confined.
I know I should have told you earlier,
and maybe I will tell you never.
But once his eyes looked into mine,
our lips touched.
And I knew I had crossed the line.
But it went too far.
Now thinking about it,
I can’t help but feel disgusted.
My body aches,
knowing that it’s your heart that is going to break.
I don’t blame you if you never trust me.
I don’t blame you at all.
Trust breaks it never bends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah guilt is such a shameful thing! Love the last line! Nicely done!