Why do we always hurt the ones we care most about?
Why do we always do those things to the ones we can’t live without?
Are we afraid to let them get to close?
Or is the fear of losing them that really scares us the most?
Don’t think for one second that I never really cared.
It was the fear of me getting hurt that made me really scared.
I know that I did something that really did hurt you.
But you have to trust me when I say “that’s not what I was trying to do.”
Maybe you gave me more second chances than I deserved.
I have learned a lot about myself when I look back and observe.
You made me the person who I am proud to be today.
I would never change one thing; I wouldn’t have it any other way.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem