In a moment so delicate,
I could hear an echo in my ears.
Remembering the sound of a heartbeat,
is unsettling.
I'd shamelessly proposed to you,
as if my life were almost honest.
I have no love to give,
no honesty to uphold.
My father would tell me to calm myself,
as he held me in his arms.
Preparing to rip apart,
who'd ever made me weep.
I'd plead with him,
to simply comfort me instead.
With his extistance fading,
there isn't much comfort left.
Don't touch me.
I don't want to hear 'I love you's',
when they'll simply be lies.
My phone will be off,
the computer offline.
Leave me be,
as I spend those last moments in depression.
I clench my fist once more,
to throw at the wall.
This is enough.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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