I just called,
To convince myself I tried
When this whole time,
I'm the one who fled
I dread, the day
You find someone else, well
You did, I didn't
Just too many mistakes
I wish had happened different,
Just too late
I had this epiphany,
You'd move on, to better
I write this letter,
In hopes
You'd read, stumbling
Stuttering
Tears fall, not out but in
This heart of mine,
Broke itself
In hopeless whim
Questions
How do live without you,
When I grew accustom
What do I do
Now.
I felt this before,
The loss of an important presence
Which I adore
Which I'm to ignore,
The more I do
The more I'm reminded,
Everything is divided
On the floor,
I pour
My soul, just a bitter
Cup I drink
I sip, and become a drinker
An alcoholic
To the knowledge of you,
Knowing there is another dude
Well
This one's for him too
I'm sick, disgusted
At myself, at my dysfunctions
But I guess,
It is true
I have given you nothing,
But someone new
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