Holding on
has always been
my choice
without having
to think twice.
I forgave,
I prayed
and held tightly
to my heart
as it bled hard.
It was absurd
to love you
any less
but I’m
depleted.
We were once
a truth come true
but now it’s an
irreplaceable lie;
no, I’m not ok.
Before what
I feel
turns to nothing,
let me touch you
one last time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem