we have so many memories..
so many..
I try to tell myself
that I'm over you.
But I'm tired of lying
to everyone.
to myself.
when I see you
I remember
all that we went through.
I felt so safe in yout arms..
warm arms..
it felt like you loved me one minute
then the next you hated my existence.
but then i forgot you
forgot everything
then you had to crook your finger
and I ran back into
your deceiving arms.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well written piece, Ashton