It will pass,
I'll be fine.
I just have to wait:
He doesn't want me.
It is excruciating.
It will pass,
I'll be fine;
He's beautiful when he smiles;
It is excruciating.
It will pass.
I'll be fine.
He feels amazing,
And he's beautiful when he smiles;
It is excruciating.
It will pass.
I'll be fine.
I'm stuck
(He's beautiful) .
I can't move
(He feels amazing) .
He doesn't want me;
It is excruciating.
It will pass.
I'll be fine.
It will pass.
I'll be fine.
He's beneath the skin,
Like a stab wound
(Or a broken heart) .
Excruciating
He's in my mind,
Like a tumour
(Or Suicide) .
Excruciating
I'm trying
And I'm failing
(Like a Loser)
Excruciating
Too much?
Too little?
(Not Enough) .
Excruciating
It will Pass,
I'll be Fine
(I think) .
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your repetitiveness works well for obsessive grief. And your line lines, “He's beneath the skin, Like a stab wound (Or a broken heart) ” were especially enjoyable to find.