The conversation is nothing more then me talking
to my self.
It's so clear that i've become nothing more then
a exsperimet to you.
You saw me broke and keep me willingly that way
even thor i adore your every step.
Your attention to me became a punishment and
even after your fun i serious wanted you
more.
This pains me so but you have entangle me and
even after you have gone i still find you irresistible.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This would be the worst of situations, but each day may bring new possibilities for happiness.