I won't fight for your attention anymore, and I won't wait for your touch.
I won't tell myself things are ok when they're not, and I won't have reasons to cry so much.
I won't think of the way things used to be, and I won't deny that I am in pain.
I won't constantly walk on eggshells when I'm around you, and I won't believe your lies ever again.
I won't lie awake wondering what it was that I did wrong, and I won't foolishly sit and wait by the phone.
I won't live another day in this hell, and today I won't be here when you get home.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A masterpiece on love's break-up. Thanks for sharing with us