When you call me, it hurts, I feel your pain.
I can’t tell you its’ over, that will break my heart.
What can I do? I hurt me, if I hurt you.
Bittersweet, are our talks, because we both know.
You refuse to acknowledge, and I refuse to insist.
Why can’t it work? We both love so much.
But he can’t fully commit,
And won’t see where he is wrong.
I have to remember, You in her arms,
The pain I felt then and still do.
Dry up the tears, I tell myself,
He can’t “really” love you.
He has cheated twice, never forget it.
Your love is wasted, filled, with too many regrets.
For every chance he was given, He broke your heart.
And while he says the words, his actions are at odds.
Stop this insanity, why do this to yourself?
Because, he is my addiction.
I can not stop loving him,
Remembering the good times,
Wanting for him to wake up and realize….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem