All I do is runaway.
Just so we don’t have to speak.
Do you really have to ask, “What’s wrong with me? ”
You already know what’s seeping in my veins.
My undying love for you, and jealous girl ways.
How can I react?
I don’t know at all, but by the speed of my walk
you should.
Think of all the things I could say and pick which sounds right.
Cause I don’t want to talk,
love,
or hate.
But it seems you always want to fight.
I can’t handle the pain, sadness or tears.
Honestly, never getting your love is my absolute biggest fear.
I do this from the truth, your eyes, your grace.
It’s hard when I do this, but I have to, just runaway.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'love, or hate. But it seems you always want to fight'... yes...well said there...that's the reason why most relations take a run in a drection mutually opposite powerful words...nicely threaded in...10