after all
those trysts
(i do not
really know
and i have not
fathomed the
depth of your
feelings)
we still avoid
our gazes,
(i must admit
love is gone)
i am not weak
i remain kind
(at least to
myself)i must
put dignity back
(i can forget
you, and even
detest you)
i have descended
much and you never
understood it
(till now, when
goodbye oozes like
blood from the
stab that you
have pushed
into my heart)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem