I want to be the perfection you sought me out to be, the person I so want to be.
I want you to read this, I want it to captivate you, move you..
I know it won’t, words just leak their meanings and lose depth.
But I’ll write, and you’ll read.
Maybe you’ll see the perfection in these words that for so long have rusted into my blood...
Maybe you’ll read, maybe you will think of me...
Think of that time.
But then again maybe you won’t.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem