I knew you were never mine
For your eyes wandered loose like a vine
Your mind never set on the figure of me
But wanting always to flee
I knew your thoughts were with her because you dressed me in her skin and expected me to wear it better
I can only write this open letter
Hoping for closure from a love that was never mine to have
For you were halved
Unevenly
Inconceivably
Hers was bigger
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem