Maybe this is what I needed
To realize
Who you are.
You don't care, you've made that clear
And finally I get it.
I'll accept it.
I'll move on.
I consider this the proof
That it's over.
There's nothing left between us.
You may break my windows, but
My heart
Never
Again.
What is vandalism to you
Is symbolism to me.
You live to damage
And so
You may not 'live' in my life.
This poem
Is the proof
That it's
Over.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem