my heart became a part of the pit of my stomatch
and there became a hudge knot in my throat
and my mind only became a land of confusion
all i know is that i love you
but i cant seem to get up enough courage to question the fact of your love for me
i mean you say it back
but my mind ponders the sincerity of your love for me
if you really did love me how can you have cheated on me repiditly
enough times to make me feel dead from the inside out
you have made me feel like i am in my grave six feet under
being burried alive by the fakeness of your love
all i know is that my love for you is true
but when will i ever know if you truly do love me like you say you do
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a good, honest poem of inquiry and perplexity..with torment