this time it's different.
im sick of all these lies that have been told
tired of pretending to care for you
im sick of being loved when i dont love you back.
you move too quickly and i dont want to hurt you.
but at this rate you give me love i dont want so all i want is to hurt you.
it doesnt make sense, i know.
you're fun to talk to, but i dont want you
im sick of being interested
of being broken
of mending my own heart
you say you wont break it
but i know you will
everyone one else has, what makes you so different?
you creep me out
you're too old for me, too mature
you probably want more & that i dont have to give
find someone your own age and walk away
if you stick with me i'll hurt you.
i know i will.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem