Love me right,
and there won't be any room for doubt, embedded in my heart.
Because your perfect love will make me secure.
Treat me like a residue,
and you will get exactly the same treatment, an eye for an eye.
For my heart tripped over once, but not anymore.
Boundaries I created for myself,
to protect my frail heart,
that have been stepped on countless times advertently,
With no trace of rue.
That's why ingeneous I cease to be, for my own good.
Forgive me if I seem so overprotective of my heart,
but that's all I will be left with,
when your love fades,
and you're gone.
Once before I would,
but now I would care less,
For the sake of my heart,
and my mental health.
So if you want to go,
go when you still can,
because I wouldn't want you to capriciously stay with me,
when your heart is with another.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem