and wash away the process I’ve made
or at least pretended to make
Things shouldn’t have ended like that.
Things shouldn’t be like this
But truth laced in sugar-coated lies
Never satisfied my appetite for the truth
But the void left from losing you
Is deeper and I’m emptier
It was suppose to last.
Warm salty memories invade my heart,
stop my breathing,
and this is the part he’d come in and
Ever so perfectly, he’d catch my tears
And conquer my fears,
And he’d understand
As only he can
But he departs from me,
Lets go of my hand
And I am on my own.
And he left me this way
With nothing left of which to hold on to
Except things that are never coming back
Like a trip through town,
A kiss,
And he torn me down
As only he can.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem