I lat alone at night,
In your favorite spot,
That you're never in any more.
I don't slep very much,
Because I don't want to miss you if you come,
Even though you haven't showed up in weeks.
I cry when you're not with me,
Which is all the time,
It hurts me and I hope it hurts you, too.
You tell me you do all the time,
When you wold actually come over,
But do you actually love me?
Really love me?
Because I do.
You have to anser,
I don't want to be the only one in this.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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