I can't love you,
no matter how I try.
You are better off without me,
because of everything I do.
You are beautiful,
stunning in your flaws.
I look inside myself,
seeing the dark side of me.
I still think of you,
after all this time.
In the dead of night when I awaken,
all I think of is you.
It can't be love;
it must be lust.
My thoughts are a mix of a saint and sinner,
because of everything I do.
Best we part ways,
before I learn the truth in my heart.
Walk away while my back is turned,
I can't watch you leave.
I will feel the loss,
ripping me apart.
I will finally see the truth and why it could never be,
it's because of everything I do.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem