It's hard to control the way I feel,
Even though I know where I stand.
It doesn't stop me from wanting you,
But I've played that hand.
I've tried to keep my distance,
Finding distraction in other places, keeping busy.
Trying to fill the void,
At times it gets the better of me.
I know I have an impulsive heart,
But to me it felt right.
And slowly I began to feel again,
I didn't want to fight.
I don't give up easily
And maybe I read too much into things.
But it was all new to me,
I had finally found my wings.
I understand your need
To recharge your mind, to breathe.
I just didn't think you'd retreat this much,
Because I said something you didn't need.
I walked away from someone nasty,
I spoke to you without thinking it through.
I jumped to a conclusion because of my past,
And I realised too late, you were just being you.
Being honest is not without risk,
And this isn't a plea,
But I know you felt something
I'm here, if or when you're ready to talk to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem