Some days go by when
all I can think about is you
and I can't go on without knowing
Some days,
are too hard for me to get through
without drownin
in my own thoughts.
Some nights I lay awake
until two
Contemplating
why he does what he does
why I do what I do
But this is nothing new
This is as foreign to me
as my own two hands.
I go through the motions
go through the stages
Until I find a new obsession:
You.
But this is nothing new
Some days,
I would only die
just to be in your presence
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like your poetry but it's so sad maybe you don't need them maybe you can let them go, find someone to have and to hold who actually cares and doesn't want to watch you beating yourself up about what happens next.