I could use a good news.
Not necessarily about me.
Just something that will take me away
From what I'm starting to believe now.
I could use a good news.
About your parents or your siblings.
And that you actually love them
And maybe feel that I actually care.
I could use a good news.
Not formal words of rejections from jobs I've applied to.
Not polite words of not being wanted by people I like.
Not another sign that you're just using me.
I could use a good news.
More than masks I saw from your photos.
More than words you've stolen from songs.
More than your presence, your cold presence.
And yes, I could use a good news.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem