To me, you bring feeling to my insipid life
Your presence cuts into me, unforgiving like a jagged knife
The past is the past, but how could I ever forget?
In the end I got hurt, but I’m still choosing to lament
I could’ve flicked back a deuces and stood there looking tall,
But I stuck around, forgave you, it became hard to withdraw,
And yes you are that utterly stimulating to me
But the gist of the joke is that there is no ‘we’
Or at least a legitimate label for what I call ‘us’
One day I’ll find words to describe these feelings of lust
They say you can’t put a price on love, perhaps this relates to that
So far there is no word for when you talk and my eyelashes just bat
No artist could interpret such a sensation, a passion so refined
This feeling is a complexity drilled deep inside my mind
It’s not fair, so many vibes and not one reciprocated
You stole my strength and literally had it infiltrated
I wish I could open your eyes to all the subliminal things you do
Whenever I catch a gaze I think, “if only you knew”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem