¨I love you¨ when i say those words what do they mean to me? how does saying it make me feel? If love is something everybody wants and craves, why did i just recently begin to want it more then anything? I say ¨I love you¨ but do i truly mean it? does every person who tells me that they ¨love¨ me even mean it? how come so many people who have told me they ¨love¨ me make me feel so unloved? so unwanted, unworthy, unfaithful. That kind of feeling where there is that hole in your chest that stings and continues to get bigger and bigger every single time the people who ¨love¨ me hurt me. Why do they hurt me? if they ¨loved¨ me then why do they continue to make that hole bigger and sting more? it leaves one with that feeling where everything closes in and your eyes begin to melt with the breakage of our hearts. Worst of all is that that feeling never leaves you no matter how bad you wish it would or even how hard you try to execute that feeling, it is stuck there, but this pain, this rage, this presser, this anger, will be apart of you until you open your eyes and realize that nobody will ever 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 you and 𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷 you, as fast as you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem