Do you know what it's like
loving behind a wall,
the more I care for you
the more it hurts.
it does. It really does.
Spare me the pain,
make me uncaring.
For when that day comes,
I'll have picked up all the pieces,
the million tiny fragments
of my heart and fixed it.
And by then, it'll all be over
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem