It’s hard to realize
that you’re the only thing I look forward to.
It’s hard to know
that you’re in complete control
of my emotions.
It’s hard to forget
that I feel too much for you.
It’s hard to think
that you’re not picking up
because you’re done with me.
It’s hard to breathe
when your voice reaches
my eager ears.
It’s hard to think
when you speak to me.
But, triumphant over all,
it’s hard to realize
that I won’t get over you easily
when this ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem