You have ripped my heart out once again.
So once again I must sew it back in.
But this time it is different,
the way I feel.
I do not hate you for the pain you bring me.
I do not care.
I wish to see what has happened to me,
to bring to this state of being numb.
Why haven't I always felt like this?
Why does life decide that now I can live without pain.
Or that is what I think.
Now I have given my heart away once again.
But this time a spill out everything,
I practically give him my heart on a silver platter.
And this is when I feel something new,
something I've never felt before.
Love,
I wish.
Hope,
that this will not also give him a way in.
But it does now all I think of is the pain he will cause me.
But instead he relieves me of it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem