I looked up to him
Maybe I still do
A bit dim
Yet he probably had a clue
Well I thought it was gone
My mind said no
I didn't intentionally shun
But the feelings, did they show?
I stopped running after something futile
Because why am I always on the losing end?
The way I feel right now…is too fragile
Because why can't it be? And still me? Yet again?
It's all fun and games till I get hurt
Playing dirty's okay till I catch dirt
And I loathe that I no longer feel joy
Knowing that I am about to lose…another boy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem