Their were many crazy days and time when our relationship was on the line, because of a whole lot of something let's call it small stuff! ! ! Making a big fuss, about stuff, that became issues too birth many problems, that made me confused about you. And i tried my best not to point the finger at you! ! ! ! when three is pointing at me! ! ! But you yelled, and screamed! ! ! ! ! ! that Communication is the key! when we talked I felt as tho I'm speaking too someone whose four years old or around ten years or maybe three! Know two, the most! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Trying to see how to make sense of all of these issue and things it was birthing Something crazy confusing the he'll out of me! Really I didn't know how it started, even if I hit the stop button! ! ! our situation took a lot out of me! ! ! and you call me wired and mentally I think your crazy And sick because you get off trying to pick and get a reaction out me! So that I would leave. And you could do you! ! ! ! and fly away to become free and I refuse to stop you even if I love you, its you choice to fight, too stay, or leave I refuse to chase this day, because your feelings is important! ! But my peace and love for myself is important too me! ! ! !
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I would like to translate this poem