how was I to know
the very things
that made me live
would kill you?
there were times
I'd talk to you like a friend
but in a weakened state
found my mind instead
wandering your silhouette and words
as a lover.
its because you showed me
I didn't live;
not knowing how,
I only dreamed.
It may be that there are insecurities
and self doubt...
learning to live with them
has been difficult
letting you love them,
impossible.
So when you peer at me
through the sparkled veil
of that which is your life
be kind to the extraneous
and love the relevant.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem