I dare not to love,
for it will hurt me once again.
the past has not been kind.
torn me apart,
with me broken from the start.
Promises will never be made,
words will never be trusted.
Trust, won't be established.
and love, wont be received.
Kindly, I will retreat.
romance isn't for me.
don't dare to touch,
this shredded heart of mines.
I'm hard to love,
not made to feel,
I'm designed differently,
for no one understand,
and no one will.
Thanks for stopping by,
now be on your way.
It's not everyday..
I receive daggers thrust into my chest.
twisted as an odd request.
and stabbed repeatedly
as the days progress.
Let me reload your weapon of choosing.
perhaps unlimited ammo,
because there is just too much kindness in this world.
as the remaining pieces of me fade,
disappearing off into the sunset..
my body will numb itself,
for the rest of its days.
Thank you for stopping by..
leave your weapons by my side..
as I collect the pints of blood,
seeping from every wound I possess.
Come again,
as the hollow pieces fall with death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem