You were there
My heart was crushed twentyfold
Even gravity cannot compete
Are you avoiding...
Me?
This uncertainty that has thrown itself at me as of late
Is quite disconcerting.
In fact, if I were to say with great honesty
That I am too attached to you
Then so be it!
I will detach myself completely
And turn off my gates to you
In which all my imparting knowledge of past sins
Shall forever be lost to you
At whatever cost to you
Because sir...
I am quite fed up!
Tired of waiting and wishing and wondering
And sticking myself in the heart with the pins
I salvaged from last heartbreak
But that is not the last heartbreak...
You, sir,
Are my last attempt!
And if this attempt shall fail,
I shall once again pick up the pieces
Reassembling myself into a colder,
More bitter,
Most resistant to all that is warm
Very separated and detached
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem