Just because I like you,
Doesn’t mean I love you.
The wind blows in my face,
It WILL not remind me of you.
I hate holding your hand,
It makes me feel like a fool.
I write your name and enclose it in a heart.
I cross it out.
I’m not in love with you.
I can’t be.
I won’t live to see the sun rise after another night.
Too many nights I’ve let my wet tears become my head’s repose.
I don’t want the butterflies in my stomach to relive again,
The last dose of acid was sure to kill them.
This is not an option, this is my only escape.
An escape so ruthless and violent simply by no actions.
The strongest action- love.
Because with great love comes great pain,
And opposites don’t attract.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem