What I don't get about this girl is how she can make me laugh and smile but at the same time make me want cry.
How is it that the same emotions that make me happy also produce this horrible lump in my chest.
How is it that her actions make it clear that she does not want me yet her words make it clear that she does.
What I don't get is how this beautiful angel, kind and friendly can be so cruel as to drag me along for the ride.
Like a little girl dragging her lunchbox through the mud spilling the fragile pieces on the ground.
The words 'I'm sorry' can only be undertoned by the pitiful cry of 'it's ok'
I am tired of taping my heart back together
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem