i am overcome
with this disease
of being like you
and i can only hope
soon it will kill me
for it eats at my skin
and my nails dig in
to tear away the the pain
but it reminds me
of my nails in your back
as you moan and gasp
i scream
but its not out of pleasure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sadness portrayed here, I see an individual putting up with unpleasantries instead of enjoying a loving moment. One must know when to walk away. Excellent poem Lorena.--Melvina--