Maybe it's the eternal anesthetic,
that I need.
Saying goodbye,
was the easiest word to come out of his mouth.
1 o'clock,
I love you,
I want to be with you forever.
2 o'clock,
I don't want to be with you anymore,
you aren't what I want.
Spilling my heart to you,
trying to get you to come back.
It was pointless,
you wouldn't listen.
I was looking for my soul mate,
you tricked me into thinking it was you.
Without the mate,
thinking it was you,
I was only left with the soul.
Making me feel as though my soul,
was floating,
going back from Heaven,
to Hell.
Never landing on the in between,
Earth,
surface,
stable ground.
Do I have a soul,
that's worth saving?
The way you said goodbye,
makes me feel like it's not.
Maybe it's the eternal anesthetic,
that I need.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem